Maru and I are on our way to France for the wedding of some good friends of ours.
Upon arrival at Heathrow, I realised it had been 18 months since I was last there.
Heathrow has always been a place of intense emotions for me.
Painful goodbyes. Overjoyed reunions. And profound anticipation at the prospect of returning home to see family.
Just pulling up to the airport and heading into the departures terminal conjures up these memories.
And then I realised, it has very little to do with Heathrow, and it has everything to do with the people who I get to see by walking through its doors.
That’s the Heathrow feeling.
Or… Maybe I’ve just watched ‘Love Actually’ one too many times.
“Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion’s starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don’t see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere.”