The Portland Airport.
I've always had a love-hate relationship with this place. For the last six, seven, ten years {haha, I don't actually know} it has meant that I'm going to Utah on vacation. Every time I come in here I'm filled with nostalgia and a lot of ecstatic feelings. At the same time this airport stresses me out because I always freak out about being late for my flight or getting stuck in security. *shudder* Love-hate.
