Airports are probably the only place that are simultaneously both over- and under-sanitized. One one hand, I feel like I'm in a home for the elderly based solely on the smell and feel of things. But then again, there are thousands of people who pass through daily, and it would take a lot of hand sanitizer to actually make things completely clean.
But then, nobody actually goes to an airport just to hang out in them. We're all just passing through temporarily, eager to move on to the next destination. I mean, O'Hare is never the final stop for its own sake. So nobody is really around long enough to actually care about the sanitation level of the surrounding facilities. So we'll all live (probably), and the airports stay the same with the stale, already-breathed air that makes my skin dry just thinking about it.
Airports are also exciting, because they imply a journey—ones about to begin and ones that have just been had. The former applies to me, and I am very excited about the experiences ahead of me. Returning to India has been a dream of mine since I left three years ago, and I wasn't sure that it was ever going to be a possibility until a few months ago. For that, I owe thanks to the Hesburgh-Yusko Scholars Program at Notre Dame and the Centre for Civil Society, as both organizations were able to see my passion for policy research and gave me the opportunity to pursue it. I'm greatly appreciative of the opportunity offered to me.
As they are beginning to board my flight, I'll sign off here. Also, ten bucks says I'm James Bond's next romantic interest on the big screen. Flight numbers are always good omens, right?
But then, nobody actually goes to an airport just to hang out in them. We're all just passing through temporarily, eager to move on to the next destination. I mean, O'Hare is never the final stop for its own sake. So nobody is really around long enough to actually care about the sanitation level of the surrounding facilities. So we'll all live (probably), and the airports stay the same with the stale, already-breathed air that makes my skin dry just thinking about it.
Airports are also exciting, because they imply a journey—ones about to begin and ones that have just been had. The former applies to me, and I am very excited about the experiences ahead of me. Returning to India has been a dream of mine since I left three years ago, and I wasn't sure that it was ever going to be a possibility until a few months ago. For that, I owe thanks to the Hesburgh-Yusko Scholars Program at Notre Dame and the Centre for Civil Society, as both organizations were able to see my passion for policy research and gave me the opportunity to pursue it. I'm greatly appreciative of the opportunity offered to me.
As they are beginning to board my flight, I'll sign off here. Also, ten bucks says I'm James Bond's next romantic interest on the big screen. Flight numbers are always good omens, right?