Stories at the Paris Airport

Departure or arrival, either of the two mark new beginnings in people's lives. I realized this because I had to wait for nine hours at the Paris airport.

Firstly I was very excited to be in a whole new continent. It was my first international travel and I was travelling solo. My brain was processing tons of imaginations about the forthcoming part of my life. Things I wouldn't do, things I would do, moments that I'd capture, the friendships that I'd cherish, the delicious food that I'd eat, portraits and caricatures that I'd sketch, things I'd learn, and a whole lot more.

As the first hour passed my mind slowly realized how far I was from the my parents, friends, family and home. I called everyone, thanks to Paris airport Wi-Fi. Now I knew that no matter what, my family and friends are always gonna be there to support me.

I was free again. With a story of my own to tell, it dawned upon me that everyone in the lounge had stories to tell. So I pulled out my camera and shot as many stories as I could see. The ones in this blog are a few of the ones I captured.

Thank you for reading. Ciao!