AIRPORT. There's something comforting about waiting around in the airport, even though of course I'd rather not be waiting quite so long (my flight is delayed 89 minutes this morning). But still, the college students sleeping in their chairs, the businessmen with their expensive coffees, the parents trying to keep their kids under control, the people at the counter hectically trying to change their flights is just so familiar, so calming. I sit here and read, quietly ignored by the bustle around me, occasionally looking above the pages of my books to watch the lives whirl around me in the terminal. There's something delightful in the way the airport employees go about their daily tasks, the way my minor crisis of a canceled flight is not really that big a deal because it happens all the time and they know how to take care of it (and now I'm on a flight that is scheduled to arrive just 1 minute later than my previously-delayed-but-now-canceled flight was supposed to arrive). Whew, crisis averted! :) Gotta love that airport hustle and bustle.