Everything in airports is repeated twice. Unless, of course, you’re the Koori family being paged by Virgin Airways for their flight to Dubai, with each repetition becoming more stern and strained. Duty free stores are lined side by side with highly priced café chains, people slouching in between the two, staring deep into their wallets hoping the cheap bottle of spirits will drown out their stomach’s moans. You pack your backpack. You check your boarding pass. You check your bags. All twice. Upon being hustled through the early morning security lines and shoved through to the unavailable waiting lounges, I signal my last goodbyes to my family who are manically waving from the top deck of Brisbane International Airport. I message them my final exhausted sentiments with the last two cents of phone credit; “thank you for everything”. I almost send it again.