Nowhere to go
Sitting at the airport in Bangkok, waiting for my flight back home to Sweden. Three hours until takeoff.
Passing time at airports, I don’t mind it. There are limits, of course. But most of the time, I find it quite relaxing.
Nowhere to go, nothing interesting to check out. Just the regular souvenir shops and overpriced coffee, no matter where in the world. Same same, but different.
There’s something comforting about it, something soothing, knowing that this is where I’ll be for a while. Not just physically. The mind also settles down when the options are limited.
I like it, the escape from freedom.
Not always, but sometimes.
Like now.