AIRPORT CODE
Take Me Home
By Katharina Volckmer
IS THERE ANYTHING STRANGER THAN AN AIRPORT? IN OUR AIRPORT CODE SERIES, WRITERS PICK A TRAVEL HUB TO UNRAVEL.
I’ve lived abroad for almost fifteen years, but getting on the plane home never loses the sensation of time travel. Despite all that has changed in and around my hometown — the neighbors and pets that have died, the new cars and house improvements, the grey hair on my father’s head — it will always contain a certain version of me and my life. I return to objects that wouldn’t fit my existence as a foreigner abroad, to conversations and activities I miss and loathe in equal measure.

