almost an old friend- the first time I flew to Russia from this
airport, it was in the pre-9/11-security era, and my extended family
turned out at the gate...and then were there with balloons and signs
in Cyrillic when I returned.
Now I'm sitting at the gate alone, with a good case of the travel
jitters, that strange, non-caffeinated edge that is somehow related to
"fight or flight" adrenaline. So much planning up to this point, but
now just anticipation of all things possible once I step on this first
plane... And in less than 24 hours I'll be in beijing.
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