I love airports. The hugs goodbye at the door, people watching, strolling through the shops at the terminal, trying to stakeout the good spot beside the plug, and the sweet reunions at arrivals; I love all of it.
I can’t wait to see sis on the other side of arrivals in 13.5ish hours.
Oh, and Calgarians. I apologize. This is probably my fault.
Coat, mitts, hat. Check.
Mennonite thrifting, Market Collective, a nice dinner, Cactus Club, coffee on the 17th, brunch, baking cookies, and birthday presents. Imma commin’