Purposefully chosen

I spend a lot of time in airports (like I am now). Sometimes I’ll wander along in the terminal staring at the different locations folks are headed wondering to myself: Who is going home? Who is escaping? What would it be like to go there? Would I like it? What would I do when I arrive? What if I just went?

Sometimes, during layovers, I toy with the idea of just staying. What would I do? Who would I be? I think one day I’ll do just that – walk right out of the airport and let 6 months unfold before me. Something about that idea intrigues me. I think it’d be a fun challenge – a blank slate purposefully chosen.

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