From a budget terminal

Another airport, another feeling. Strangely everytime I manage to have some extra time at the airport I'd think abt those days when I use to travel. The airports that I've seen. The streets and busses heading to the terminal. It puts me at ease. It's a comforting feeling. Not the kind that overwhelms u entirely but a light emotion, just sufficient for you to feel the hint of nostalgia. A feeling which I'd enjoy more with a cup of latte. Maybe not today. I still have half a coke to go and the bones from my mcwings meal. It's only 8pm. Boarding is still 20mins away.