I am sitting in the airport in Detroit at my gate. I didn’t realize how much I missed this. Traveling and being part of the hustle and bustle. There is something very different about traveling alone.
I am just sitting here watching. All the people with all of their stuff.
The woman eating Cheetos who is staring straight in my eyes every time I glance up.
The couple arguing, but not really, because he can’t find his wallet.
The whole collection of people looking at my seat longingly because I am next to the charging station with my phone plugged in.
I HAVE THE POWER