I don’t think I have a clear “best” or “worst” airport.
Every airport has given me a different experience. And strangely, the more I travelled, the more familiar airports began to feel. What once seemed confusing slowly became easier — finding the right terminal, reading the signs, moving through security, locating the gate and understanding the rhythm of travel.
One journey, though, still stands out in my memory.
In 2007, I travelled from Washington, D.C. to Charlotte on a small aircraft with perhaps only 40–50 seats. I wasn’t expecting such a small plane, and the entire experience felt very different from the flights I had been used to.
Then we landed in Charlotte.
What struck me was the contrast. After travelling on such a small aircraft, arriving at a large airport felt almost unexpected. I remember looking around and thinking how strange the experience was — a small flight arriving into what felt like a very big airport.
It wasn’t a bad experience at all. Just different.
Perhaps that is what I remember most about airports: not which one was the best or worst, but how every journey teaches you something. With every trip, unfamiliar places slowly become familiar.
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