Airports have come to mean an awful lot to me. College was the impetus for a stage in which highs and lows were marked by arrivals and departures. Before we were married, my husband and I lived on opposite ends of the country. After graduating,
Four years. That’s how long I was in a long-distance relationship with my now-husband, Spencer. Four whole years.
Throughout these years, I studied history in Boston while he studied engineering in Colorado. I spent my weekends at museums and at the beach, while he glided down