There is something comforting about airplanes and airports for the well-traveled. In an odd way, it feels like home.
For me, airports and airplanes make sense. I can get through security in under three minutes (excluding time spent waiting in lines). I could recite the Safety Information Guide and do the demonstration with my eyes closed.
But I think what really makes me so comfortable in the travel world is that for a few long hours, all you are thinking about is the moment. It is as if time has slowed down and we weary travellers are living in a sort of stasis.
Yes, you have your flight to catch and gate allocations to remember. But if you have a layover longer than an hour, you have quite a bit time to roam, explore, eat, and sleep.
Travellers exist in a sort of time warp. We are neither here nor there. We pass travellers who are just as tired and blurry eyed as ourselves all headed toward somewhere.
The past is firmly in its place–literally and metaphorically. The future–both immediate and further out–is on the horizon but we cannot do anything about it.
Yet the moment the airplane lifts off the tarmac, you are once again moving forward. It may feel like the longest five, ten, or twelve hours of your life but you are moving forward.
And I think that we have to remember this fact outside of our travel experiences.
Time plays tricks on us and our minds become crossed, convoluted, and confused.
But we are always moving forward.