I love airports. Millions of different lives, from different parts of the world, with different backgrounds, different thoughts, different aspirations, different purposes – all crossing paths in one distinct moment, under distinct one roof, having just endured, or about to endure one distinct mode of transportation – flight.

I hate flying. You may have discovered this fun fact from my acrobatic flight post. To help cope with the panic, I have developed three rituals: twizzlers, chai tea, and moleskine.

I nervous eat Twizzlers like a kid that’s just broken out of fat camp, to the dismay of passengers around me. I drink a grande Chai Tea Latte with one pump of vanilla. Finally, I write in my moleskine, a book filled with random thoughts, doodles, business plans, anything that pops into my head really.

On my way home, London!