I love picking people up from the airport. It's one of life's little pleasures. I love the anticipation as you drive to the airport, and the excitement as you watch people debark. When you go to the airport, it's just you, or maybe you and one or two other people. On the way back, there's more! And even if you've spoken that day to the person you've picked up, there's still stories to tell of the trip. What was the food like, who were you sitting next to, what were the delays, how was security.
I hate dropping people off at the airport. It's so depressing and lonely. You've lost a member of your group. And chances are, if the person is flying away, you won't seem him/her again for a while. It reminds me of when I was little, and we'd go to my grandparents' house. For a while, it would just be my sister, my parents, my grandparents, and me. And we'd sit around and watch tv and read and it was all be very quiet and peaceful. Then my aunt, uncle, and four cousins would show up and it would be completely chaotic and loud and wild and fun. And then they'd leave. And it would just be the six of us again. And it would be quiet. But the quiet is no longer good. It's just no fun.
Current song in my head:
"Here's to the Night"