The airport is drawing me toward it

"Everything I pick up seems to lure me away. Everything I do in my daily life begins to feel like striking wet matches. The need to travel is a mysterious force. A desire to 'go' runs through me equally with an intense desire to 'stay' at home. An equal and opposite thermodynamic principle. When I travel, I think of home and what it means. At home I'm dreaming of catching trains at night in the grey light of Old Europe, or pushing open shutters to see Florence awaken. The balance just slightly tips in the direction of the airport."
― Frances Mayes, A Year in the World: Journeys of a Passionate Traveller
In my mind, I have already packed my bags for the next world wide wander.


My house is in the flight path for my local airport