Sitting here in the terminal, looking at all of the other random travelers, I start to wonder what their stories are:
There is a young man with an oversized manilla envelope and what appears to be small, inflatable tubes. What are the tubes for? Would the contents of the envelope explain why this scruffy dude is traveling with rubber?
An older gentleman is wearing a beige suit jacket and yellow dress shirt. He looks like one of those oldschool guys that still wears a suit everyday. He has probably had this particular suit for 30 years. I like his style. Note to self: when you get old, wear a suit everyday. It's badass.
Ok... the woman sitting at 5 o'clock is wearing WAY too much perfume. And wearing all denim.
Still got a couple of hours to go before I board. As I wait for my transatlantic adventure to begin, I'll probably sit back and think about the summer past. Incredible new friends, lifelong dreams achieved, sand in my shorts. Now it's time for old friends, more dreams and less sand.
Duty Free just opened. Gotta run. See you in England!
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Do you think you'll rock a tie as well? Suit and tie combo, yeah?
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