Miles Away
I'm sitting in the Schipol airport of Amsterdam, two hours into my
ten-hour layover. Amsterdam is a whitish grey, drearily cold. The
airport itself is cheery, with nice lounging sofas and chic shops and
cute little restaurants and tulip bulbs for sale. But I can't help feel
the thousands of miles between me and my husband and baby.
Airports are so displacing, and I've always felt a
bit sad when travelling alone. There is a part of me that was excited
for the air travel part of this trip to Uganda - finally, no baby! Free
time to read! But now that it's happening, I'm just longing for home -
which, now just means wherever my husband and son are.
Where I sat for a few hours during my long, long layover |
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