A change in perspective

I have lost the thrill of flying. As a kid I couldn't get enough of the tiny, oval shaped windows, the plastic fold-down tray table, the neatly organized and packaged meals, even the in-flight shopping cataloge with its inflatible kiddie pools and foot massagers. I embraced the moment when the pilot seemed to put the pedal to the metal, making the plane go from a slow canter to a full-throttle gallup. The enormous force as the plane left the ground would push me back into the seat and my heart would also soar with excitement.
Not anymore. When a sudden gust of wind whacks the plane, I grip the armrest in a slight panic. The snacks served on the plane makes me wrinkle my nose and I haven't picked up a inflight magazine in years.
It is a bit of bummer that flying has lost it shine but airports have never dulled. I love those hubs of constant movement. There is an excitement for either arriving home and leaving for a big experience. With every roll of the suitcase or corner bookstore/suvenior shop, there is a hum that you are off - on your way to greater things!