Finding Inspiration in the Airport

Here’s an essay I wrote last fall for for a friend over at The Fellowship of the King. Enjoy!

It was my first solo flight. I’d made it through customs with only two near panic attacks, and had now for two solid hours clung to both my backpack and my plane ticket like either of them would vanish into thin air if I let them go. This would leave me stranded and lost in a large airport where I would likely find some way to accidentally commit a felony and get myself arrested, booked on criminal charges, and never see …