I love wheeling my suitcase through a crowded airport, with my head held high and my eyes searching for the gate number, listening for the names of places I have never been. It's a feeling of freedom and independence, at least until my arm gets sore from lugging my suitcase and my tummy starts to ache from one too many cups of frappuccino. Still, I don't mind waiting around in airports; I love the over-priced stores and restaurants...

My destination was fabulous. MARTA at night can be a little scary, but all is well that ends well. Let this not be the end...

Airport Vignette #1 -
Prada I could forgo, along with Oscar de la Renta. But the Starbucks around the corner, the Vogue in the bookstore, and that beige and yellow long coat from Banana Republic - I demand of myself. I don't need things to make me happy, nor would I allow the desire for things to make me unhappy. Neither they nor the lack of their likes would define who I am. They will be fringed around my life, trimmed to perfection.

Airport Vignette #2 -
Let me not doubt your presence
Its grandeur, vibrance, closeness
Doubt not my distance
Starting here, there, anywhere.

#2 at the beginning of doubt, as my heart catches on despite all verbal denial. Time is hard to ignore, along with the happiness of others. So when, if not now?

p.s. I just read Maria's latest entry, and grasped the full scope of how selfish I can be. Damn...