The Flight into London

How to describe my emotions at this particular moment? Excited obviously. But I can't help but feel that a irreplaceable slice of Marcus was left at Gate 77. My inner child was benched for this trip. What business does 5 year old me have in a cold bustling airport? It makes sense of course. You need maturity to weigh decisions and assess situations. You need maturity to ensure everything unfolds according to your semblance of a plan. But I don't like taking orders, not even from a particularly mature and bossy voice in my mind. He says "No Marcus, that would be stupid!" I know he's right but all I want to do is give him a mental slap right across his stupid little imagined face. It's a feeling akin to the one I get when Gabe gets a little too demanding... curious.