Arriving in Terminal 3 at 8 in the evening, the airport was almost empty except for the guards at the gate, there's an eerie feeling being in such a huge establishment filled with metal and chrome with every step echoing along its artificial facade. Upon stepping outside, I was greeted with the fresh night air and it seemed almost ages since I've been there. The sights, the sounds, the familiar yet unfamiliar bustle of a big city filling my senses momentarily overwhelming me. I stopped, not knowing where to go, so I looked around and there I found the most beautiful sight I've ever seen. The familiar, the comfort..I felt like I was coming home. My senses were greeted with that wonderful tingling sensation running up and down my spine and I was instantaneously overjoyed and overawed. With the tendency to wear my emotions on my sleeves, anybody watching would see that I have found what my heart was seeking for. Had it been that long of a wait? Perhaps it had been. Getting in the car I couldn't wait to get going, because it would mean arriving, finally arriving, and finally being able to do what I had longed for so long to do.
The trip was long, the conversation a mixture of emotions, and the road harsh and cold, as I felt the tires rushing frantically willing to get us to our destination. Finally, an hour or so before sunrise, we arrived. The air was cold, the roads almost emtpy, the winding highway left me dizzy and at that very moment all I ever wanted was to go to bed. But it was so beautiful and I was so happy...
It's time to start another beginning.
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