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  • During the nine months of working abroad, I regularly found myself seated in Airport lounges waiting for my flights.

    As my flights back home always felt celebratory, I found that I couldn't sit around my hotel waiting for a 'proper' time to get to the airport. Thus, I would make my way over early enough and sit at the waiting area and relax, read, and think of being with my family.

    Often enough, I would just look around me and observe all the other travelers. I'd try to imagine the reason for their flights and what they were looking forward upon stepping off the plane.

    Now that the crazy travel routine is over, I find that the habit of "waiting around" hasn't really diminished. But, with the patience borne out of hundreds of hours of watching the world go by, I'm not as stressed about "getting somewhere" as I used to be.

    I've come to accept that the plans and routes of life are just as prone to delays and re-routing as flight schedules. Everything in its own time... and eventually we'll arrive at our destination.
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