" I want to get away I want to fly away"

When I was a child I told my mum that if I ever ran away I would be in Dublin airport. I've loved airports and the idea of travelling since before I even went on my first plane. My dream growing up was to be an air hostess like my auntie Kay, this still is my dream, I applied to Emirates this year but can't join because of my visible tattoos! Anyways, today my auntie Linda was flying back to Madrid so I dropped her out to the airport and I wanted for two hours whilst her and my mother had one final gossip and chat before she got her flight. As I looked around the airport I longed to be going on a plane, I didn't care where, just anywhere out of Dublin for a while, even a day away would be lovely. The desire to pack my bags is so strong, all the time, and everyone I know is encouraging me to go away backpacking again as they can see how much it makes me happy. It is very strange that I am still in Dublin and I am trying to work out why that is, why is it that my bags aren't packed and I am not off travelling the world again. What is it that is keeping me here?