I ’ve been to 45 countries and counting, and the gateway to every single one has been Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport . As someone who loves to travel and who is lucky enough to do it professionally as a journalist, I see ATL not just as my ticket to fly, but also as one of my happy places.

I never let myself get fully excited about any trip until I pass through security. It’s like a switch flips. I pick up my carry-on from the TSA conveyor belt, and without fail, my anticipation skyrockets. Silly? Perhaps, but outside this sprawling 4,700-acre complex are deadlines, traffic, the packing of bags, and all manner of barriers to getting away. On the other side of security, the once-theoretical trip becomes reality. It’s almost like crossing a portal to another realm. Thos

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