Airport—A Liminal Space of Becoming

Summer travel is coming up, and I can’t wait.

Looking back, I’ve traveled quite a bit over the past few years, mostly to places guided by the needs of loved ones. I’ve found it fascinating to observe how life has been pulling me in directions I did not intentionally initiate. In the midst of all this movement, I’ve noticed a change in me: what I enjoy the most about travel is no longer the destination—it’s the journey of getting there.

This is a marked shift from how I used to experience travel. The transit part used to feel like pure overhead, just a means to an end. Now I find myself feeling strangely at home in airports, even during long layovers or flight delays. It’s the part I actually look forward to.

There is something about airports that deeply resonates with me. The space is alive with flow and potential—the energy of coming and going supported by choreographed movements and structured connections. Underneath the hustle and bustle, there’s a quiet sense of purpose and order. Every traveler holds a boarding pass to their destination. At least in that moment, they know exactly where they are headed.

Airport is a powerful symbol of a liminal space where the old begins to dissolve and the new is yet to arrive. I feel more free and at peace in such an in-between space, unanchored but not lost, full of anticipation and possibility. I feel connected to everyone and everything, yet comfortably in my own aura. Everyone is on their own path, and so am I. It is profoundly liberating.

Our outer experience reflects our inner landscape. And inwardly, I am on a journey of returning home—the truth of who I am. In that inner journey, I often find myself in transit between the mystical and the practical. That liminal space brings me deep comfort. My soul comes alive when witnessing life unfolding around me and soaking in the energy of possibility and connection. No wonder the airport has become one of my favorite places. 

There is something beautiful about allowing ourselves to be in transition, without rushing to the next thing. I know that on my next travel, I will be arriving at the airport early, to attune to and revel in the energy of that liminal space of becoming.