Me. Duh.
So I’m at the Portland Airport right now at exactly 5:04 AM, waiting for my TheseFolk video to upload and for my flight to Salt Lake City to board. I’m sipping a peanut butter shake (I thought it would be more breakfasty, but no, it’s a chocolate-peanut butter milkshake) with the taste of coffee cake and milk still on the back of my pallet. Families file in and out of the waiting area, desperately trying to find something healthy to grab for breakfast.
A printer sounds behind me, but everything else is silent. It’s too early for rousing conversation, and there are few to none young children around to complain about the early hour and the long waits.
I continue sitting, with my knee high green socks and my beat up, fully-stickered laptop across my folded legs, and breath it in. I kind of like airports, I realize. I mean, I’ve spent enough time in them lately. I like how straightforward it is to get around. I like the abundance of coffee shops.
