Okay, so maybe it wasn't love per se, but I do love going to the airport. It's one of my favorite places to be. It's the thrill of travelling, people watching, eavesdropping on conversations, and buying an overpriced bottle of water. It's waiting at the terminal for the plane and hoping the sick girl popping antibiotics who chose to sit directly next to me (aren't I lucky) doesn't cough any germs in my direction. I'm just praying she's not sitting next to me on the plane itself. I don't think I can hold my breath for the entire flight. Big sigh of relief as they announce rows 20-25 and she gets up. That means I'm at least 3 rows away.
This might be my first time flying jetBlue. Their first bag free policy is favorable, but their fee for changing your flight PLUS the difference in ticket price must be why they give you a free bag. If Southwest flew into LBG I would have done that, but they don't, so I'm making the best of it. Besides, right now it's not about being at the airport at all. Rather it's about getting to my destination and the adventures that are to follow.