Yeah, so you’re probably wondering about the blog name (just kidding, you’re not because no one’s reading this). It’s not very hip. Or exotic. Speaking of which, I hate the word “exotic.”
So the story goes something like this.
We have this family member, right? He’s usually very calm and collected. Super soft-spoken (actually, he’s always soft-spoken). But airports stress him out. A lot. His shoulders go up and he walks really fast and the tension, oh my god the tension. So since we were really little, my sister and I have dubbed this sort of behavior “airport mode.”
For the record, I love him and everything that I’ve ever accomplished in my life (including travel) is a hundred percent thanks to him (all right, so I’m talking about my dad. I just didn’t wanna name any names, okay).