I heard that line six (6) times in 8 days... Was a little confused when American boarded by "groups".

Dodging through packed terminals. Punching in frequent flier numbers from heart. Unpacking and repacking the laptop under 3 seconds. Straining like a madwoman looking for an electrical outlet. Knowing exactly which pretzels or snack mix are gonna be handed to you. Sleeping in unfamiliar yet strangely comfy beds

It is utter madness.

Living as a consultant means a life constantly on the go. Stopping intermittently means facing how quickly it drains you on all levels. How can I think about travel again when I get a little vacation? On the contrary, I should be holed up, catching up on sweet sleep.

I sit on the floor by an overcrowded gate, in my business suit. In the midst of it all, I drift away to my upcoming trip to Cambodia. Currently scheduled to travel as a volunteer photojournalist with World Hope, the excitment begins to build up and I smile, adding to my forlorn look on the floor.  

Rushing from embassy to embassy to get visas. Preparing specific travel gear. Buying enough memory for the DSLR. Reading up on the culture. Learning a few catch phrases. Reassuring family that I'll come back alive...

It is utter madness. But I invite this kind of madness.

My thoughts are broken.

"Now boarding Zone 5....."