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I would say I have my airport routine down to a T. Who are you if there’s no neck pillow or eye mask accompanying you through security? Add a bottle of water and you have the golden triangle of economy comfort. Trust me, the eye mask is the game changer.

So you’ve been on an uncomfortable Ryanair flight, baby screaming and paid a £40 penalty because they caught your bag being too big for under the seat (hate it when that happens). The customs queue is a ball ache and they suspiciously look at you after you said ‘hola’ in Portugal. Standard Brit abroad behaviour.

You get out into arrivals, so many people waiting for loved ones with huge placards stating various names. You know no one is here for you, but you still look anyway – well I do aha. You find the public transport, pay an extortionate fee because you no comprende the language. It’s hot, you’re sweaty and in a foul mood.

The engine starts, you pop your headphones in and start travelling through the unknown to the nearest city centre.

It’s this drive that changes everything.

You’re star struck gazing out the window at other people’s realities. You notice traffic signs in a different language and try to fathom the meaning. Buildings constructed out of stone, large shutters to block out the sun, unusual architecture, and the thick, thick air. Anticipation builds… you forget about the airport saga and begin to feel the exhilaration of being in a new country.

Anything could happen.

I think that’s the biggest takeaway from the journey.

Everything is possible.

You are in a new place, surrounded by new people, a completely different language, culture, food, greetings etc etc.

And it’s that. That exact feeling. Of anticipation, the possibilities that could occur, the memories that could be made and the story that could be written.

To make it clear, my favourite feeling is that first journey from the airport when you arrive in a new place. I think it’s so special.

I have no clue if this is relatable whatsoever, but I am currently sat in an airport, about to embark on that first journey. Luckily, everything went well, my bag got checked but I didn’t get charged; I also managed to nab an emergency exit seat with extra leg room! Jammy or what?! There were no screaming children and I did manage to have a solid 3 hour sleep (it’s the eye mask).

I wrote this so I could understand why I love that first journey feeling so much. You know what, I think I finally understand it. It just took a bit of creative license to hopefully be an interesting read too.

If you think, Kara wtf are you on about. Head over to the main blog page, the red light blog is a personal favourite of mine!