I sat and watched the planes take off

I sat and watched mothers google over their children...

I saw youth bop around with IPODS in ear

I saw couples say goodbye to their vacation...

And I observed person after person pass me

As I sat. And wait.  And Sat. And Waited.

Then my turn came... plane when up.. then it dropped. Then it played shaker with me.

And then it landed with a bump.

And then I waited. And waited, and waited... No luggage.

Finally tracked my simple black bag down (considered leaving it) and called my shuttle.

And then I waited. And waited, and waited.

Finally tracked down my car in a massive lot and drove 2.5 hrs home at midnight.

But the whole time I speeded along, trying to keep my eyes from closing... I wondered?

Why is it I am rushing home? What is it I came home for?

There seems to be so much more for me where I left.

Oh yes, then I remembered... shes two and shes four

And even though they told me they didnt miss me, and thought my gifts were not "just right"

I rushed, and prayed, and pined to get home.

I hate airports now... they are a place of sorrow, a place of separation, and a place of goodbyes.  But oddly, Im tickled pink that I got a voucher to do it all again! 

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