My suitcase is beginning to claim
a layer of dust on its surface,
and I hate it.
I hate that I haven't pulled on my shoes
and jacket and marched to a new place in ages-
even though I despise security lines,
I still love the in between of airports.
You're neither home nor away.
It's a wonderful feeling knowing that
you are about to see an entirely new slice
of the world in mere moments.
It's almost as wonderful as
stepping into your closet,
brushing the dust off your suitcase,
and filling it with clothes once more.