A Tire Swing Story is a bite-sized "imagining" inspired by an object I discover while wandering. It could be a curbside trash gem or a message sprayed on a wall. A lost mitten, or an antique store find. Anything goes. I photograph the object and post them together, the story and its inspiration. There will be a new story every Monday and Wednesday. On Fridays, I'll discuss writing, life, love, and coffee. (In no particular order and maybe all at once.)

Friday, May 13, 2011

Casual Fridays: For the love of airports.

Hi guys. It's Britt. I love airports. Really, I do. How many books and movies have included scenes at airports? There's a reason. It's a place chock-full of dramatic possibilities.

Airports can be maddening. A place where you wait, often with your eyes bleary from lack of sleep, your stomach complaining from bad food, jet-lagged and foggy-brained. But I think all that's okay. Because we're there after all, to file into a tin can and go 36,000 feet into the air together. And something that miraculous shouldn't be easy. 

Do you love airports too? Loathe them? Do you have any great airport stories?

I have always wanted someone to meet me at the arrivals gate holding a sign with my name on it. Years ago, I traveled to Nepal to work as a volunteer English teacher. Before my flight, the school principal told me by email that he was sending his son to the airport to pick me up, and lo and behold, he'd be carrying a "Brittany Smith" sign! 

But when I arrived at the Kathmandu airport and scanned the crowd, I couldn't see anyone holding a sign with my name on it. I was crushed. 

An associate of the principal eventually found me wandering the airport. As it turns out, a landslide had blocked the road from the village to the city and so the principal's son couldn't come. My dreams of the "Brittany Smith sign" were over. 

Next time you're in an airport, look around. Notice how immensely human the place is. See how all around you, there are reunions and departures. Goodbyes. Fresh starts. People returning home. It's beautiful. 

Leap continents this weekend, story-makers. See you back here on Monday. 

And I know it's cheesy, but it makes me smile. Click here to watch the opening minute of the movie Love Actually. Airport-love at it's finest.

1 comment:

  1. My only airport story was when my husband was returning from a 6 month posting to the Middle East- and our 3 kids were all so excited to have him come home. The boys (10 & 6)made up signs that had wrestlers drawn on them (they were big into Hulk Hogan back then! and our daughter who was 8 drew a pretty sign welcoming home her daddy. We all waited at the Arrivals in Toronto- and waited and waited and waited..what seemed like forever. and honestly, every person that walked through the doors, the kids would yell thinking it was their father, but then sigh. but the person would walk past the kids would laugh,or smile, And finally, their father was one of the last ones off the plane and through customs. It was worth it, because I got such a kick out of watching all of the reactions of the people coming through watching my children. and it was like I felt sorry for some of them that there was no one there waiting for them like we were- with signs, with huge smiles. Brittany, thank you for reminding me of a wonderful memory!! And ps: I LOVE THE PHOTO OF YOU HOLDING SIGN. PRICELESS!!