Airport Time

I've shared with many of you before that I love airports.  I love them because it's The Land Between Time.  I am generally frantically busy (by my own doing), but in an airport, all of my obligations and commitments fall away. I am able to spend my time exactly as I please -- reading, writing, and making up stories about the people I'm openly staring at.

Whatever it might say about my inability to attach, I love moving.  I love new faces and places and roads. But my least favorite thing about moving is the being-alone part in the beginning. No matter how outgoing you are, there is going to be a lag period where people have yet to realize how amazing you are.  I'm in that place now.

Although, before I sound like I'm complaining too much, I want to say that I'm appreciative of the few friendships that have begun.  My favorite person thus far in Anchorage took me here today:

Anyway, today, as I wandered in downtown Anchorage, I realized that this is my airport time!  I sat and had a beer at an Irish pub, chatted with the odd people sitting by me at the bar, then sat in a coffee shop to read for a while.  Instead of being impatient that it apparently takes more than 7 days to make new best friends, I want to embrace this space as the peaceful in-between.