As I sit here at Detroit Metro International Airport for the third time in four days, all I can think of is escape. From this airport I could go just about anywhere on earth because it's a major hub for Northwest/Delta. And as I walk by gate after gate displaying exotic (and not-so-exotic) destinations, it occurs to me just how easily I could walk up to an agent, have my ticket changed, and be on my way to parts unknown. Preferably someplace without mobile phones and internet. I've been a lot of places around this world, but there are still hundreds of destinations awaiting me, and right now all I want to do is pick one.
Alas, irresponsibility doesn't seem to be in my genetic make-up.
Or is it?
If you don't hear from me ever again, now you'll know why.
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I have days like that. Rarely from an airport, as I am an infrequent flyer. Actually, a totally infrequent traveler of any sort… except my 5 miles to work, home, and to town.
My spirit soars occasionally. Does that count?
We should all just take a year-long sabbatical.
While waiting for my Sister to arrive the other week I found myself looking at all the destinations on the various monitors around the airport and wondered who was going there and what those places are like.
You can’t. Your sister would be extremely upset if you were to not show up at her party; she told me so herself, just last night.
I swear I saw you at the Apple conference today, but it was just your doppelgänger.
I’d vote for Australia. It’s coming into summer here, just perfect for all the bitey, stingy, crawly, slimy things to come out of hiding and visit you in the night!
After this week disappearing somewhere sounds very very nice.
Can I disappear with you or does that sort of defeat the purpose? I’d love to take a year away from life and just enjoy everything around me. 🙂