I've always had a sort of affinity for airports. I love people-watching, wondering why each person has decided to make that day a day for travel, and for what reason they've chosen a certain destination.
Sometimes the destination of the flight is theirs, sometimes it's only a connection to another city, another country. I met people traveling to Antigua, Texas, and of course, Sacramento.
After two four-hour flights and a layover, I was home. My father picked me up at the airport and as soon as I got home I met up with my best friend and neighbor, Jess.
Afterwards, Jess and I took a drive all over town to all our favorite spots in Sacramento. Man, I missed nature.