I just had one of the best weekends of my life. Two days ago I was at this exact location but when I arrived. I was planning to surprise my sister who I hadn't seen in months. The look on his face was well worth the trip. However, like any perfect trip, it happened way too quickly. Every moment took me back to that place and that time. I'm at SMF airport in Sacramento; every sound, every smell, and every sight makes this experience what it is: a nightmare. I arrived early to find that my flight had been delayed by three hours, destroying my good mood. As I go through security, I watch everyone remove their belongings and place them in a rectangular plastic bin, which goes through a scanner. As I'm near the front of the line, my OCD side freaks out; everyone has to take off their shoes and then I have to walk on this floor. Then I reevaluate and tell myself it's just my feet. Finally, I couldn't help but notice that some people were having their entire bodies patted down while I quickly collected my things to continue on my way. As I walk towards the terminal, I can't help but notice the number of shops and places to eat. around me – they are everywhere! Everywhere I looked I wanted to raid the stores. They have been perfectly designed to attract numerous tourists. I, being one of these ordinary tourists, came across several of them. I managed to pull myself together and not buy anything. The way the store designers know how to appeal to everyone's inner desire to spend hastily without us realizing it is overwhelming. There is a young baby with a stubborn cry who has been making progress for a good quarter of an hour, in the distance. I wonder when the parents will act to calm the baby. I look at the sunset and the cl...... middle of paper ......ed. I made a joke about how I didn't think I needed to lose that much weight. She started laughing and she told me I could order any drink I wanted and she came back shortly after with a can full of sprite, excited because I wasn't stuck with the little plastic cup that everyone had. Before the flight attendant walked to the front of the plane, she gently handed me a pillow. I am now comfortable, ready to take off. I'd rather fly than be stuck in a car for hours. Airports can be stressful sometimes, but when you wait patiently, all the inconveniences disappear one way or another. Everyone has different experiences when entering an airport. Some people get jet lag or get cranky, like me, but as soon as you land, all the negative energy disappears. There is a world to discover and airports make it possible.