When in a sad place, go to your happy place. My happy place is Alaska, where I lived for seven years - probably, almost certainly even, the happiest years of my life. This past weekend, fueled by whiskey and self-pity, I happened upon a spontaneous plan, and booked a ticket to the Last Frontier to see my closest friends. Last time I ran away to Alaska, I stayed for seven years. This time I'll be gone for ten days. Probably.
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Alaska, ho!
August 2, 2011
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Aug 03, 2011 11:43 AM EDT
Well, on the basis that I don't really have you pegged for self-pity, I hope it was good whiskey and that you took some to share when you reach the Last Frontier. There's absolutely nothing better when you're blue than the love of true friends. The Last Frontier where I usually land is at the end of a long motorcycle ride and - like you - with long-time, tried and tested friends. Priceless. I've never been anywhere like Alaska, but I have seen pictures. I hope you enjoy your break, Kieran. Come back mended by its beauty and your friends.
- Sue