Always going to be that wing span away

Today has not been too eventful, as most days these days.

I've been trying to think of my favourite place on earth, and it's a very difficult one!

In January I flew from Portland Maine to New York, I got off the plane and something just clicked and everything felt right. Although I had left behind a previous chapter of my life I felt quite content stood in the airport smoking area.

I think being on that plane. On my wing seat, with the table up, window in full view of New York city skyline. I think that is my favourite place.

Looking at something beautiful from somewhere restricted, I felt more free than ever.

I think in all my life I'll never find that 'favourite' place. The closest I got was to see what could have been. I find that with everywhere I've never really been, but seen.

What could have been if I had just taken my suitcase and gone? Who knows. One day I might find out.