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I have done a fair share of crying at airports. I don't tend to be one to cry in public; when it comes to airports,though, I have no problem. I have been the one to sit against the wall, tears streaming down my cheeks, face in my hands, between my knees, completely oblivious to the world. For some reason, I classify airports differently than other public locations. I don't feel like I need to hide my emotions when it comes to matters such as coming or going. Airports are like the free for all when it comes to things felt in the heart--desire, love, lost, loneliness, confusion, sadness, frustration, happiness, pain, anger, nostalgia--and sometimes it is such a relief to embrace the openness of it all.

Last night I sat in the chairs across from the check-in counter, on the phone, crying. On the one hand, it felt so decadent to admit defeat. It felt scandalous to concede--to let my heart take over my brain and unveil weakness to everyone around me. But, on the other hand, it was such a relief. Sometimes tears are the perfect antidote for discomfort. The perfect release for pent up stress and frustration. And, there is something even more satisfying to do it from outside the safety of a closed door. I take comfort in knowing that I am acknowledging in front of the entire world that I am not perfect. Every once in a while, it just feels really good.