The time had come. The time for Baby Z to embark on his first flight abroad. Out of the place he knew to be home, Dubai, and into a closed cabin of cool temperature and strangers who would become support systems, where he was essentially locked into for the duration of a 7 hour plane journey. Oh the excitement was just unreal!
Airports. There’s something about them that evokes a lot of emotion inside me. Whether it is picking up and dropping off a beloved, or arriving and departing myself, I always find myself watching everything around me in awe, especially people’s behaviours. Having dropped off my brother only last week at the airport *sob*, I was able to witness the travel lust once more.