It's 6:28 am and I have been sitting on the same spot for more than two hours at the waiting area of the airport. My mum sent some things through her friend who's spending the holidays in Pangasinan. Unfortunately, her flight is delayed. She was supposed to arrive at 3:40 am. Hence, the waiting and sitting and good thinking of me of putting the Josh Hutcherson SNL episode and Downton Abbey episodes in the iPad. But I've only seen the SNL episode amidst the waiting.
I look around and the arrival area is now filled with people, mostly family members of OFWs (Overseas Filipino Workers). This is one side of the airport arrival atmosphere that I adore. The other one is that the airport is some sort of a portal to me.
My mum went to the UK in 2009 and ever since then, my sister and I have been going to the airport to meet her friends and get the things she sent through them or pick them up and drop them off to their destination. We did that for almost three years. I always felt melancholic whenever I meet her friends. I was hoping it is going to be her that we pick up from the airport. I can feel her among them.Well, she always calls and talks to her friends after our introductions. Most of them, I haven't met (duh!) so I rely on pictures that my mum sent or just plain instinct if I can't remember their faces.
Last year, my mum visited and I wasn't there to pick her at the airport. I was preparing for our exhibit. I was actually thinking of skipping our opening just to be able to pick her up myself. I've been seeing her friends arrive yet I wasn't able to "salubong" her. Nevertheless, it was nice seeing her the next day.
Airports never fail to make me feel abandoned and melancholic. It's not the best of feeling yet it's something I look forward.
It's 7:11am, still sitting on the same spot, watching people wave at their loved ones. It's 7:12am and I've got a ton of shit to do.