i'm off

alrighty then. i'm off. to-wait for it, little rock, arkansas for work. i've got high hopes for surviving the airport after my last success story.

maybe something amazing will happen while i'm there. earth shattering, life changing, butterfly inducing, over the top excitement. you never know.

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or, maybe nothing will happen. but no matter how it turns out, there is one thing i know for sure. for 5 nights in a row i will be able to sleep in air conditioning.

thank you very much.
xoxo ashleycolean

leaving on a jet plane

i'm not a big fan of the airport. any airport. i always have some dilemma, end up running to my gate as they close the doors, forgetting something, getting the pat down....etc.


c/o weheartit

 but what's worse-i realize now, the airport is a spending trap. a trap, i tell you!!


the ticket is one thing. decent parking is entirely too expensive.
but it's inside. that's where they really get ya.


people are always walking around stuffing their faces with overpriced fast food, oversized sodas and sugar packed snacks. it grosses me out.

perfect example of what most people are noshin' on at the airport. fat free...of course.

i, too, fall into the airport trap. i normally get a coffee, or a cocktail, bag of pretzels, book, magazine, etc at the airport. this is always absurdly expensive, but i do it anyway.
no reason. no need. just impulse.


i recently went home to kansas city (bought the ticket pre lockdown) and when i was at the airport both coming and going i didn't buy a thing! not one thing! not even a delicious coffee-which was a miracle after getting to the airport at 6:30am.


 somehow made it through DIA and MCI (twice) only spending $18.00-on the parking.


patting myself on the back.
xoxo ashleycolean

goodbyes

a weekend at home is always so nice. i miss my mom, dad, and little sister so badly sometimes i think about packing it up and heading back home. at breakfast the other day with my gf tara she was talking about how hard it is to come back from being home, and then she said 'but, ya know, then we head west and get close enough to see the mountains and it's all okay, because this is home now.' she's right. this is home now. but that doesn't mean i don't tear up every time i wait in the line at the airport counter, and wish for just a couple of extra days.


photo from we heart it

 i could always use a few more hellos.
alas, the visits are always too short and i still cry in the terminal.
maybe one day we'll all be back together again-
boohoo.
xoxo ashleycolean