I used to love flying because it meant I was heading somewhere new, exotic, or just away from where I grew up. It was exciting to think that I'd be going some place unique! And airports felt like the kind of place where that fun all starts.

Then I finished school, moved seven timezones away, and found myself able to fly all the time thanks to a couple conferences and cheap weekends away. And a strange thing happened: I started liking the flying part a lot more. And the feeling of being in an airport never really went away. Sure, it's mostly shorthaul and in the back of the bus, but I don't really mind. That said, those few trips so far up in front have completely brought back that feeling I had as a kid going some place fantastic (even if it is the same longhaul I do all the time). Still, that feeling of being on the plane, just about to depart, can't be beat.

It's looking out the window at a major international hub (probably why I love LHR) and imagining all the places I haven't been yet, and the people going there on airlines I haven't travelled with. There's just something about that feeling.

A bit of bad weather always makes it even better. This might be due to reminding me of family holidays in early February, after a January of -30 to -40 temperatures. It may help to grow up in Sask to fully appreciate that part of the experience.

It gets a bit more dulled as I rack up the miles and new flights, but it's rarely dull or mundane, and there's a lot of world out there left to see! I just have to get a few longhauls booked with my travelling companion to explain to her just why I value status