Something about going on a trip with your friends feels very different.
It’s the airport – The shared excitement. The overpriced coffee. The duty-free shop. The scramble for boarding passes. Rushing to the gate. Waiting in line. The battle for window seat. Staring at the baggage carousel.
It’s the hotel room – The long identical hallways. The creepy artwork. The weird noises the air-conditioner makes. Strange views in the window. Mini fridge with sodas. TV with nothing to watch. Empty dresser. Kids running in the hall. Awkward strangers in swimsuit in the elvator.
It’s your friends – Creating a new groupchat. Boardgames night. Waking each others up. Same buffet every morning. Getting a taxi. Walking in uncomfortable shoes. Everyone taking the same photos. Shared playlist. Borrowing skincares. Editing photos for each other.
It’s what makes every trip feel so nostalgic, yet so present.