en route; "It’s so funny how the mere sight of a boarding pass can change so much. Holding that golden ticket, covered with the dates and times and airport codes which will change your life, it feels like you’re about to take a leap off a tall building with a parachute which may or may not open on the way down. It’s hard not to feel that giddy drop in your stomach when you realize, “This is it, I’m finally leaving.” Even the airport itself, as sterile and fluorescent-lit and fast food-scented as it is, becomes a sort of temple of new beginnings. The endless lines and exhaustive security are rituals which must be performed in order to deserve the divine privilege of changing locations. There is a very special feeling, a slight dizziness, in walking through an airport in early morning, tickets in hand."
- Chelsea Fagan, All I Want Is A Plane Ticket 
