I stood in the crowded airport minimart at two in the afternoon, my face in a book to hide the tears. Between the goodbyes, the airplane fears, the luggage concerns and overall traveler stress, I really don’t understand why everyone looks so calm in airports. Then again I am rarely able to mask my own emotions, even when I think I am; something in my expression always gives me away!
On top of all of this leaving-home emotion, just as heartbreaking as that first goodbye seven years ago, was the devastating realization that I had forgotten my Kindle in my room. On it were the three books I was planning on reading, one for the plane, two for my week alone in Milan.
While irritating, it turned out to be a blessing in disguise. On impulse I bought a book by Susan Cain called, “Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World that Can’t Stop Talking” and for the next ten hours was entertained by Cain’s fascinating journey into the world of introversion and extroversion. Continue reading