My Happy Place.

Happiness is over-rated. I mean sure it’s nice to have in comparison to gloomy alternatives, but it doesn’t last. Happy comes and goes like the tide. Rather than seeking happiness in my life, I choose it every day. However, if I had to nail down a location on happy, for me it would be roughly 30,000 feet above my head.

Somewhere over the rainbow, high above the clouds I find peace of mind, excitement, fulfillment, wonder, and so many answers to my chaotic life. While flying to London to see my favorite band perform ON my birthday, I read an airline in-flight magazine and decided to contact them to become freelance travel writer. Definitely one of the best ideas I ever had.

There’s also the time I flew to Hong Kong with my then two-year-old son and contemplated my sanity and ability to raise a human being. Until that moment I figured sure I will be good at this, I am ready to be a mom. However, on that flight I was humbled as I panicked in my head there was a real possibility that I’d lost my mind. I mean who takes a toddler to a foreign country that they have no ties to. Neither one of us is Chinese we were headed to Mainland China just for the sake of going, just the two of us. This trip proved to be one of the best.

That’s because the possibilities for discovery, epiphany and enlightenment are endless in the skies. No matter whether I am departing or returning, the new lies ahead of me and that makes me very happy even if it’s just for the 12 hours it takes to land in London.