Airport Stream of Consciousness

An airport during COVID is the most eerie thing.

Seats are spaced out and labeled “do not sit here” in order to create social distancing. Only one security station open, only one bathroom open, restaurants closed. Everyone nervously glancing at each other checking to see if they’re wearing their mask or staying 6 feet away.

Some people are acutely aware of the pandemic, covered head to toe, hood on, wearing masks, face shield, goggles. Some people act as if the pandemic is not real, wearing their masks as a chin strap, only pulling them up over their face when someone gets close to them.

On the plane, each person has a row to themselves. A limited choice of beverages are available with a single complimentary snack. There is no food or drink available for purchase in order to prevent potential spread. Masks are required on the plane and flight attendants remind passengers they may remove their mask to eat and drink but should immediately put their masks back afterwards.

I don’t speak to anyone the whole wait before the flight and on the flight. Why would I? I have two masks on to prevent potential spread and to protect myself from smoke. They wouldn’t be able to hear me anyways. I downloaded episodes from the podcasts Crime Junkies and Tiny Meat Gang to keep myself entertained. I may become bored easily but I’m not bored enough to pay for wifi.

The anxiety of remembering to use hand sanitizer, wipe down surfaces, don’t touch your face, and stay 6 feet away. Traveling is almost a moral dilemma because of the implications it creates. Is it wrong to travel because of the amounts of people you are exposed to? And the fact you could be potentially exposing the people you are traveling to see? What if you can’t self isolate for two weeks following traveling. Are you being irresponsible then?

It’s an odd feeling, being around people but also being completely alone. 6 feet apart from every one and 6 feet near everyone.