Sitting at the airport

I'm at the airport sitting in a bar, waiting for my flight to leave. In a few hours I'll be back at my house in Los Angeles that I haven't lived in for almost 2 years. Weird. It's before 5 and I'm having a drink. I know it's before 5, but it's been a hell of a week. Plus I have to get on a plane! Flying is not my favorite thing, but I've gotten better at it. I wish someone else was flying with me to keep me distracted. Hmmm I think I was hungrier than I thought I just sucked down a burger and fries. Plus a Jack and Coke. Something about airport bars make me want a Jack and Coke. Maybe it's all the untold stories that are around you. Every person is flying from somewhere, to somewhere. I always want to know why. Up until a couple of years ago I never understood the long hugs and kisses that took place. I get that now. So I just wish I knew all the stories. Are they just going on holiday vacation, maybe a wedding, or a funeral? Are they going to see long lost friends, or may fulfill a long lived desire for adventure? Who know. I do end up finding out some of them. Strangers like to talk to me. I must look approachable and non threatening. So wish me luck. One long flight and I'll be back in sunny California wondering if I'm going to want to stay.