Perhaps my favorite part about these quarterly airport reunions besides the moment of meeting itself is my commute to the airport.

This is a moment of quiet contemplation where I am left alone with my thoughts, my music, and my anticipation.

It feels strange going through this again. There’s a sense of revisiting the past, like Deja Vu. But as I sit here immersing myself in thoughts of him, of us, I realize that it’s not just my past I am going to greet: it is my future.