I use an application on my phone called Foursquare. I am not going to take this time to explain why I use it, outside of it being a way to keep track of where I have been. Recently I opened it up and noticed that I have been to 29 different airports in the last 6 months. I explored further and pretty quickly realized that two were missing from the list. So 31 total, unless I forgot some more. Then I looked at the upcoming Hanson tour dates. After some quick trip planning in my head it hit me that (unless something happens) in 2011 I will have been to over 40 different airports. I don't know how much you fly but to me that is a pretty staggering amount. More than anyone else that compared my notes with theirs. Maybe that number will help you understand why my airport related tweets and blog posts are never positive.
Right now, I am on yet another plane about an hour from yet another airport. My home airport. I just took a quick overnight trip out of state to do some last minute sorting and packing of things that make music. Now I get one day back at home before heading out from Richmond to Regina... somewhere in Canada. I have a pretty awesome day planned. I'm going to sleep late. Hang out with one of my favorite people. Go for a run. Hang out with more of my favorite people. Celebrate my room mate taking the MCAT by getting shithoused, Pack. Maybe I should pack before getting shithoused. Whatever. It's gonna be a day that I will commit to memory for 3 months. Yup, 3 months. I won't see my city, or my people for 3 months. The airports are going to steal them away from me.
I love touring. I always have. Each tour has always brought something special and new to my life. This upcoming tour is no differrent. I get to add 6 countries to my "visited" list. Not to mention I get to play Gears of War 3. Thats worth like, 12 countries or something. Regardless of awesome video games... I'm feeling pretty good about traveling to parts of the world that most of the important people in my life will never have the chance to see. Looking on the bright side for once, I know that the airports that I hate so much are the link to all of the wonderful adventures that I get to experience. So while I am constantly frustrated and furious about traveling via the air I can at least say that I have finally accepted how important they are to my extraordinary lifestyle. Lesson learned.
And the lesson to those of you that know me well..... always remember that while I am bitching non stop, I am aware of it and am internally figuring out how to appreciate everything a little more. Letting the innocent little boy in me choke the mean old man.