Terminal 5
Thinking of my elder that he takes 'his' phone to search for things. I am instantly triggered, and he knows. I still don't know why I am triggered with him while I do the same thing when I am bored.
I guess this is a follow-up article, spending a few moments reflecting as I wait for my flight to depart to the final destination. The need for communication, the need for writing, is doing its thing, putting my thoughts into order.
Traveling can always be used as a synonym for escape... and I am indeed escaping quite often. Spending hours and hours in taxis, terminals, planes, hotels, office locations, and dinners among friends and colleagues.
Escaping from the daily routine of work with emails, meetings, and virtual connections. Escaping from the family rituals – the good and the less good, things that I love and things that I must endure. Escaping from the business travel setup when I need to find a few moments to isolate myself. Even escaping from my 'bad' neighbor who calls me names every time he loses his temper with me.
