Film, Airport, Home

I have now become a sucker for independent films... this is something that has been slowly cooking inside of me for a few years now.

Much of independent films that I have seen has been revolving around airports and traveling, which personally hits an emotional spot for me. Airports have always been a place of anxiety for me, because it represents a meaning of increasing distance between people close to me and it is emotionally disturbing at times.

In the recent few years much of my trips to the airport have been unpleasant, simply because people that are close to me are leaving. Or rather, I am leaving from people who are close to me, or simply going on a journey that would very often cause much unexpected and unwanted attachments through the realization of relationship and friendships.

Memories that fills me about airports have been memories that could very well bring me to tears and on occasions; successfully shedding them. I have ushered people on their journey away from me, saying goodbyes that are not easy at all and having a sense of uncertainty of the future, or sometimes finding myself sobering to the reality to who are the important people to me.

As for myself traveling, very often alone, the sense of loneliness heightens sometimes and leads to depression on one occasion for me. Somehow I am dreading this trip home all of the sudden.