When was the last time you went to meet your loved one all the way to the airport?

In this global society, people travel nearby or far so often, it became common to just ask how it was, we sometimes even forget to wish safe flight, because it became so usual and accessible that we might assume, it would be safe.

We try to save that expensive bus or train to the airport and meet our loved ones just in city at the station, or if we’re busy that we might just meet later at home or by dinner when we get time. Didn’t we forget to cherish this precious moment of freshness and excitement? I’m mostly one of those people who travels much and I would probably even tell you, don’t bother, no need to go all the way to airport to send me off or meet me, we can just say goodbyes or hellos at the nearest subway.

I also noticed that those times that my brother went all the way to airport with me, to help with my luggage and send me off, those talks in the last bus were The Talks, the talks we were too busy or uncomfortable to start when we had time, the words  that we were afraid to say, hopes and plans we didn’t dare to ask for.

I made few decisions recently to go and meet all the way in airport too. First time it was because I was asked a lot, and well, since I wanted to be longer together I gave up and went. Another time, I actually didn’t really need to be asked much, since I was pretty excited to run towards, and hug and smile, and have that hour in a bus or train, excitingly talking, until we come to more public places, restaurants, people places that well, the thoughts might just get mixed up, new things, new experiences and emotions fill the head, that we forget to say what we’ve been thinking all the way in the airplane ride.

[So if you even have someone coming home and you’re planning to meet, if you missed this person, and have a lot on your heart, not just mind, to share, take that time, make that little effort, spend those extra money, because such small gestures carry the most precious memories sometimes, they all count.]


If I Could Turn Back Time

If I Could Turn Back Time I would like to go back to my high school. I was around 14 (not sure if its high school already because of our educational system). Young and free, somebody would say, and I would just love to stick to hobby I had, dancing.
I’ve been dancing since I was like 4, in preschool classes. Genre and places, teachers and friends were changing, but after all I was dancing. Mostly sports and ballroom dancing, and folklore dance. Which one I’d like to go back to? Both. I would continue folklore, although I didn’t feel it’s too much fun, but now I would love to be able to teach more of my culture in this multi-national, multi-cultural society. I can show some moves, of course, but not enough for a showcase.
And of course, my ballroom dance! Waltz, quick step, tango, cha-cha, samba, rumba, jive. I don’t even remember all the names! It was fun. Mostly. But I think I just didn’t meet a right partner in that time. Yes, dance partner. Anyways it was too early for a partner in other meaning, maybe thats why I was searching for more passion.
I would love to stick till the end, to learn the pro-moves, not just intermediate.
I did enjoy salsa, cha cha, waltz and some other, later in my new place. Probably the reason was the partner after all.
Eye contact, understanding each move, flirty, chasing, feeling it, and most important I was dancing freely, without composed showcase, which is the one I enjoy most even now!

I guess the question now, what’s stopping me now from dancing? Well, actually nothing. I keep dancing. Styles changed once again, people changed, but I keep moving, slowly but steady.
Goals: back to salsa!

Inspired by: Never miss a chance to Dance

If I Could Turn Back Time