IT'S MY WEDDING DAY.
The air around me smells like chemical and different kinds of perfume, the whole space in the airport buzzing with noise. Heels are clicking on the tile floor, suitcases are being rolled, babies are wailing, and the people welcoming who they’re reuniting with are crying. Some are shouting, chatting with one another, waving, and rushing around.
And I’m just standing here in the middle of it all, resisting the damn urge to yell at them to shut up so I can think well, sort through my thoughts, and find a f*****g way out of the mess that my life is.
It’s been five days since I’ve been moving from one airport to another in search of some kind of peace and quiet and even the tiniest bit of fun on this runaway adventure, and guess what? I’ve found nothing.
Literally.
Thr
