The strange title is from Kriti, who I went to high school with but I have only recently really begun to get to know. I wish I’d talked to her more when we were just a few hallways apart at boarding school, but better late than never, right? Kriti and her friends made happylists in high school when they weren’t happy. I think it’s a great idea to remind myself now and again that my life isn’t quite as bad as I make it out to be.
So why do I need a happylist right now? I’m flying back to my mountain on Thursday. I’m glad to be going home, but flying is always unpleasant for me. In addition to the normal things that make flying unpleasant for everyone (except maybe people in business class), I get terrible, terrible migraines (and associated terrible, terrible nausea) when I fly. Needless to say, I hate flying and I’m dreading my trip Thursday.
This is exactly the kind of thing that calls for a happylist:
- The feeling of crawling into my own bed after a long day of travel.
- Listening to my little brother practice piano.
- Looking out airplane windows