Spending tonight as an airport hotel: tedious spaces divorced from any notion, any semblance of normality. Not even a footpath back to civilisation: this is a transitional space, a space between where i came from and where i want to be. Nobody wants to be here, yet here i am.
The waypoints of the journey are important: the milestones and markers that chart our progress and measure the distance to go. As we transition from one space into another. When we are young, those transitions are marked by different schools, different exams, different birthdays even. In adult life, they transitions can be less clear. Part of learning, part of change, is the ritual of transition: the way that we get from here to there, the places we stop to rest along the way.
Words About Learning is an occasional series of posts from airport lounges and other benighted places where one passes transitional times.