For a decade, Salt Lake International Airport was my airport. It was the airport I flew out of on my first few visits to Europe. I traveled to Mexico and Brazil from SLC. When I’ve had free flight benefits — both recently and in my early 20s — I spent countless hours at SLC trying to fly standby.
Which makes me wonder: is it possible to feel nostalgia for an airport?
Airports can be interesting — Madrid’s Terminal 4, for example, is beautiful — but most of them are pretty boring. SLC probably falls into that category (though there are actually a bunch of great, locally-owned restaurants there). Still, when I went back this winter to visit family, after having moved away from Utah, it felt a little bit like home. I remembered the artwork, the restaurants smelled familiar, and I knew exactly how to get around. It still felt like my airport, which is a feeling I never expected to have.
— Jim Dalrymple II