Up in the sky

 I can fly!

I can fly!

This morning I flew from London to Milan. It's a work trip, but I'll be extending over the weekend.

Being able to take these sorts of trips is one of the biggest reasons why I'm so happy to be living in Europe again. I love how in less than a two-hour flight, I can be looking at different architecture, hearing a different language, and scrambling in my wallet for a different currency (because, gelato).

It reminds me that the world is both big and small at the same time. Big because there's always going to be more of it to see; small because it really is possible to open your eyes to what's out there.

Another thing I love is that moment when you're in your window seat, nose pressed up against the glass, and the plane breaks through the clouds. It was raining in London when we took off. It was drizzly in Milan when we landed. But in between, thousands of feet up in the sunny sky, you'd never know it. 

I had an empty seat next to me. My fellow passengers were scattered throughout the half-full plane, and quiet. There were no ringing cell phones, or TV screens. It was a chance to get away from the world - literally - for just a little while.

And that, for me, was a happy moment.

Love,
Joëlle