Friday night I was getting ready for bed in Atlanta because I had a walk the next morning. No, I do not enjoy working Saturday's, but just as I started to think that, I got a text message. From one of my old co-workers when I used to travel all the time.
She texted me at 9:00 pm that she had a layover in St. Louis on her way back to LA after a full week of work in New York. On a Friday night. And it all came back to me how it used to be.
I feel it every time I go to Midway Airport. It feels very very familiar because of all the time I've been there. Waiting for flights. Arriving from flights (when the entire airport is shut down). All of it.
Then I reminded myself it's only one night and then I get to go home.
My old co-worker. She's heading back to New York for another week on Monday.
She texted me at 9:00 pm that she had a layover in St. Louis on her way back to LA after a full week of work in New York. On a Friday night. And it all came back to me how it used to be.
I feel it every time I go to Midway Airport. It feels very very familiar because of all the time I've been there. Waiting for flights. Arriving from flights (when the entire airport is shut down). All of it.
Then I reminded myself it's only one night and then I get to go home.
My old co-worker. She's heading back to New York for another week on Monday.
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