She always hated airports they made her sad, the feeling of leaving her people, her city is not something she rejoiced. This time it was different it was not her city that she was leaving it was Scotland- the land of fairy tales which she had to bid goodbye so that she could go back to her reality. The early morning alarm went off disrupting her trail of thoughts, she hadn't slept all night. She finally found the courage to get out of her bed it was a typical cold Scottish morning all she wanted to do was sit by the window and read a book, but she knew that it was time to say goodbye. As she got the last of her bags from the taxi trunk and watch the taxi leave it was time for her to enter the airport. The second reason she hated airport was the baggage trolley it gave her a feeling of a drunk driver who is having a hard time controlling his car. "I ain't drunk trust me, I just haven't got the hang of this yet" she told the man who was trying to understand