People watching is the only thing that makes air travel tolerable--except maybe the anticipation of finally reaching your destination. If you take it far enough, you can try and imagine where people are going, where they've been, what language they're speaking--it makes the time pass rather fast because of course, there is never a shortage of people in an airport.
As I sit outside of Gate E6 in Logan Airport, waiting for my Paris-bound flight, there is a large group of college kids in front of me, most likely bound for a program in France. They're meeting each other for the first time, swapping defining information and fantasizing about what the next few months will hold. Most strike me as rather geeky, maybe that's why they're headed to France, just kidding, sorta.
Then there's little old me--laptop on my lap, iPod playing some good tunes, waiting to go to Paris, but thankfully only for a short time. I'm also looking at my information which I will need once I finally hit ground in Edinburgh--some 17 hours from now. I don't think Scotland is any better than any place else, at least not theoreitcally. But as I savor the thoughts of what will greet me in a few hours, I am overly thankful for what I have, and what I will have very soon. No program for me, just give me my marching orders and off I go--to class, to drink, to football (Follow Follow). Let's just hope it all turns out okay--in the mean time I will simply enjoy and take care of the things I can control, wait, listen, and take it all in--thus is the essence of people watching.
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