happiness.

What a silly thing happiness is. It's just an emotion, an easy one at that, well most of the time anyways.

I'm in London! Holy jeeps! I can't believe I actually made it here! I feel fabulous, exciting, scared witless and happy.

I wish I could leave it at that, but there's more to it. I feel like I'm happy, who wouldn't be or couldn't be in my situation.

I'm surrounded by some amazing people, I'm learning spanish, portuguese and british english all at the same time, I'm taking some pretty amazing pictures, I'm writing a travel blog and I'm making some incredible friends and planning trips (like Barcelona next week!).

Like I said, I feel happy. Then I had this dream the other night. In the dream I felt happy, my happiest I suppose, the happy I have felt before and I realized I am happy but not my happiest- does this make sense?

I'm having a blast, but I know every day that something is missing, that there could be more. But hey, no matter what this missing thing is I am enjoying myself and I couldn't be in a better place. I know I am definitely happier than my previous state the past few months shown in my last posts. Getting away and going for something else has helped, I'm seeing the world and it excites me!

I'm getting there is all I can say. I don't know if I will ever reach that happiest part of me again, but I suppose it's something to aim for. In the mean time, Barcelona here I come! The rest of the world is next.  :)

A song to end with:


Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die...
Now you're just somebody that I used to know


-Gotye