Airports

Life is full of the unexpected. I am currently sitting in the Denver Airport during my journey home to Tennessee. The fact that I am going to be home for the holidays is still very surreal to me. I love Tennessee. It is home and always will be. The grass has always been a little bit greener in Tennessee. My family and childhood memories are on that sacred southern soil. However, my love for Tennessee is not the reason for this blog.

People are the motivator of this blog. I have a longs layover here and had had the chance to observe many people. I saw young couples and families traveling together and slightly envy them for what they have. I saw people who look like bikers. I saw a guy covered in hickeys. I saw rednecks. I saw people traveling alone and using their computers and iPods for entertainment. I had the opportunity to talk to a few people: a mother traveling to see their children, a guy who just visited his girlfriend, an middle-aged gentleman traveling to see his parents. It was so nice talking to these people. I find their stories fascinating. I initially made fun on one gentleman in my head. Needless to say that as I was eating my WolfGang Puck pizza I was shocked when he sat at the table beside me and started to talk to me. I had a nice conversation with the gentleman and felt guilty for making fun of him.

I am starting to ramble. The point of this blog is simply that it is great that we are all connected as members of the human race. We are all so completely diverse. Things such as love, family, and self-improvement motivate us all to keep going. I love the fact that we all seem to want to be our best according to our own personal belief system. Diversity is a wonderful and beautiful thing.