Airports

I have a love hate relationship to airports. I've spent so much time at them that they, along with flying, became a necessary evil. A way to go from one home to the other. Since we can't apparate or teleport we're left with aeroplanes.

But I also absolutely love airports. They're filled with so many emotions. People are excited. Heading out for an adventure. A well needed break. But people are also crying while saying good bye. I've done my own share of crying at airports.

Today I feel like I belong to.both othergroups. Filled with excitement and joy I'm waiting to board my flight to Rome to meet up with the best of the best. My people. They flew from London last night and are waiting for me. But it's also incredibly sad that I'm going and that my parents never got the chance this summer. It's their house. They deserve to go. To get away from the nightmare that our daily life has turned into.

But I'm going. And it will be wonderful. I'm so excited and when I think about the people waiting for me a large grin spreads across my face. An entire week. With my people. Away from reports. And organizational changes. And population forecasts. And eu grant applications. And most of all. A week away from cancer.

Sounds like heaven.