Airports

I sent my mom to the airport today. I saw her watching me as I prepared to drive off, and at that moment it felt like she was sending me off instead. She's only going to my aunt's for a while, but I miss her already. The house is strangely quiet without her, and yea, although it's nice not having someone to nag at you, it's nice having someone to nag at you as well. Am I making any sense? Haha!

Anyways, I honestly don't like airports. More specifically, I don't like sending people off. I don't mind leaving, but I hate being left behind. K thinks that it's just me not liking the feeling. It could be so...

HB Unnie hates luggage bags.

And I hate airports.