Here’s to the Lonely Ones

Here's to the lonely ones, sitting at airports on Sunday nights.

Here's to the tired ones, weary of travel and goodbyes, idly eating granola bars and sipping coffee from styrofoam cups.

Here's to the mom, traveling with kids, weary of meeting the needs of little ones who are out of their habitat.

Here's to the students, in that weird space between childhood and adulthood, carrying Apple computers purchased from graduation money.

Here's to the immigrant family, a long way from home, juggling as much hand luggage as possible as they wearily look at an airport monitor flickering out their flight delay in white digital letters.

Here's to the grandparents heading home after visiting with a future generation of sweet and soft baby smell. A new generation who doesn't yet know they exist, but will miss them long after they are gone.

Here's to the singles and the couples; the black and the white; the discouraged and the lonely; the arguing one and the laughing one - with more in common in life's journey than any of us can possibly know.

Here's to my fellow travelers. May you have safe journeys and traveling mercies. May God keep you in the palm of his hand and may you know his grace.

Third Culture Kid - Grew up in Pakistan, lived and worked in Pakistan and Egypt as an adult. Moved to the United States and learning to live away from curry, Urdu, Arabic and the Pyramids.