The thing i love the most about airline travel is that if you cry alone at any point in the journey, no one will tell you “it’s gonna be okay” or to calm down or anything. Once in a while someone wonderful will show up with a tissue, but most people seem to assume there’s a good reason for your tears. It’s so soothing to have a space that exists where humans let humans be human without interfering, and it is unwritten! It happens naturally because everyone knows transit is stressful. i have been crying in airports regularly and passionately (and often, like many times each year) since i first missed a flight in France when i was 19! Only once ever have i been questioned about it, and that was because i wasn’t alone. i was with a man and the woman who asked me was actually assessing my safety. i bawled a bunch in public yesterday and it felt so good to be among people and unbothered. So good. i fucking love crying in airports.