Airport

Her flight connection is often through Amsterdam so she is not unfamiliar with Schipol Airport. Looking at how people come and go, she wonders where they are going and where they come from.
She has a couple of hours to wait for the next plane. Except a carry-on, she has nothing. It feels like freedom. But at the same time, it is a strange feeling, because she is wandering around with no home to go back to, no bed to sleep on, and her time is all confused. The airport hall becomes her living room, the restaurants her kitchen, the shops her playground.
She is a bit nervous, because she is about to "change". She will enter a new world with a new identity. She will not be the same person anymore. She will become someone else. Perhaps that is why she loves traveling: for the change, excitement and experience.