Now departing

This morning I dropped my roommate off at the airport. I pulled up to the Southwest sign, put my car in park, got out and gave her a hug.

“Have a great time! Let me know when you land safely. Love you.” I told her.

I looked around at dozens of people: hugging goodbye, smiling hello, some begrudgingly departing. It was the widest array of emotions in such a short amount of time that I’ve seen in awhile.

There are millions of stories circulating in airports each day that, more often than not, remain kept only between the already-connected individuals.

I think of all of the people that may meet for the first time in an airport, possibly see each other for the last time, maybe even fall in love. It completely fascinates me. I am officially adding, “sit at an airport all day long and observe people and learn their stories” to my bucket list. No surprise there if you know me.

Every human emotion you can think of occupies and relentlessly refills the structure of this travel center – mystery, fear, joy, despair, uncertainty, love, worry, anxiety, bliss – it’s all there. It’s the ultimate capsule of heightened emotions and often desperate attempts to show or tell someone how you truly feel. It’s as though a sense of urgency is ignited once you know someone is leaving, and an anxious rush of hope runs through your veins as you wait for someone’s return.

It is also a reminder that when people leave you – temporarily or permanently – sometimes the most you can do is remind them – or make them aware – of how you really feel: hug them like you mean it, pray for their safety, and hope that if it is in your predestined plan, they’ll return to you.

What better time to tell someone how you feel than at the last moment before absolute uncertainty strikes and control no longer rests in your hands? Don’t wait for someone’s departure to make your feelings known.

Of course I had to include clips from two of my favorite movies, both involving not only epic airport scenes, but killer songs for the soundtrack. You’re welcome.

Cruel Intentions: “I’m impressed. Well I’m in love.”

Garden State: “I’m really messed up right now and I’ve got a whole lot of stuff i’ve got to work out. But I don’t want to waste any more of my life without you in it … So what do we do? What do we do?”

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Make it mutual

I made a mistake. I let some of my friendships slip through the cracks the past few years. I relied on history, the assumed certainty that those who have been there for me before would undoubtedly be there for me again should I need them. And while they likely would, that isn’t fair.

It isn’t fair to keep people in your life just for the moments that you need them.

It isn’t fair to rely on assumptions when dealing with the people that you love.

It isn’t fair to cheat yourself, and the other people involved, of your full attention when you’re together.

If you’re going to be lazy about the relationships — the human interactions that make up so much of who we are: our past, our present, and our uncertain, scary, and hopefully exquisite future — then what is it that you’re going to be wholeheartedly committed to?

My relationships — platonic, professional and romantic — have always been placed at the top of my priority list. Interacting with other passionate and caring individuals brings me the purest happiness that I have ever known. Relationships and stories and connections between people fuel me, intrigue me, and leave me completely captivated.

Multiple relationships of different sorts aren’t easy to maintain, though. They require frequent and honest communication, genuine interaction, tricky schedules and fluctuating emotions that often ride on different wave lengths.

But here’s [what I believe] is the key to any successful relationship, no matter the type: the desire and willingness to be together and grow in respected enjoyment must be mutual. Anything else is an injustice to your own happiness.

“Friendships don’t last for years, you have to invest in them.”

– Sex and the City

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Myself, Sam and Hannah