Ever since I was a kid I had always
loved airports, whether it was the start of a trip to a new and exciting place
with your beach shorts and sunglasses or returning home slightly sunburnt with
tacky souvenirs for your family. At an airport you are always going somewhere,
you are not stuck in a rut or standing still, the world is there and ready to
explore. I had never flown from Heathrow before and was immediately struck by
how massive it was, I had read that Heathrow carries over sixty million
passengers a year and I could definitely believe it. The worries of the trip
had subsided and excitement had taken over, I felt so ready to go and meet the
amazing people I knew were out there and see the places I had read about.
Slowly the excitement started to wane after two hours on the cold seating and
having exhausted my game of ‘guess where they’re going’ (which you always win)
I began to feel the familiar feeling of self-doubt snake back into my
consciousness. I had never been a very confident person and hoped that throwing
myself in at the deep end would help to
overcome this. I had made myself a promise that I would be the
version of me that was outgoing and fun as opposed to
the slightly reclusive me who had in the past been too scared to
answer the phone for fear of talking to anyone.
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