We live in the airport

My guy and I basically live in the airport, kind of. We are always looking forward to the next time we are together....it involves an airport. We are always NOT looking forward to the next time one of us has to go home...it involves an airport. We love vacations...because we see each other...and it involves an airport. Get the point? Let me recap where the airport story comes into play if you're new. 

 Two years ago (Feb 12, 2012 to be exact) My Guy decided to move to Tampa from Cleveland. We had been dating for 2 years at that point so breaking up we not an option (well it was an option but we didn't want to think about that). I was in school and my parents paid for my school so I couldn't have them pay for out of state tuition if I moved down to Tampa with him. Anyways, ever since Feb 12, 2012 we have been living in airports. Our relationship is all about airports, phone calls, texts, e-mails and FaceTime. Basically we would be screwed without technology, so thank you to whoever invented all of these cool things. 

We are always counting down the days till we see each other again (28 days). We try to see each other as often as possible but it is usually once a month and each visits lasts from Friday till Sunday or Monday. You could imagine how excited we get as the day gets closer and closer. 

Driving to the airport to pick him up is like driving to our first date. I get butterflies in my stomach (mostly I feel like I'm going to get sick) because I'm so excited and nervous to see him. I get really cold when I"m nervous, so if you were to touch my hands while driving to the airport I would be as cold as an ice cube. I swear driving to the airport to pick him up is such a whirlwind of emotions. 

Whenever I go visit him in Tampa, I get so excited on the plane. The 2.5 hours seem like 2 days! I always try to read a book or play games on my phone but lets face it all I think about are all of the things we are going to do together and all of the memories we are going to make. Walking out of the plane and down to where he waits for me, I start to get butterflies in my stomach.

It's crazy how a place like the airport can bring out so many different emotions. Mostly because the airport means each other to us, it means memories, laughs and tears. We've made many memories in the airports we've traveled, we've shared many laughs in the airports and we've also had many tears walking away from each other.

 And every time we just can't wait for our next time together in the airport.