I feel at home in the airport

Amy told me a story. Recently she was on the phone with our little niece a couple of months ago when the tot announced, “Aunt Amy, I am going to the airport so I can pick you up.”

Apparently she think Amy lives at the airport.

I know I do…

I have logged more miles in the last couple of months than I have in years. Trips to China/Taiwan/Qatar/South Africa/Spain/Portugal/Mozambique. I’m at home in the airport. It’s the place that feels normal and comfortable. It makes sense.

Free The Girls is working on a project that required me to travel to Europe and Asia. I’ll tell you about it once it’s ready for release. We are working on setting up a new location. I will be traveling there quite a bit as well. Again, I will tell you about it once it is ready for release.

So for now, and for the foreseeable future, I will be at home in the airport.

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