Here.

I walk to the desk with my head held high. I can go anywhere, to any time.

Where on earth should I go?

People dressed in high colours surround me. There's two people in front of me. I have time to think before I have to choose.

I can hear the elderly lady as she speaks to the receptionist. 

"I'd like to book my travel now. To 1985. Chuntill avenue Park. I'd like my time to begin at 3pm. My husband will be there." 

She goes on to recall beautiful memories of her deceased husband. It's fascinating. It's lovely. 

The next lady only says her first sentence when my mind is made up.

"I'd like to go to my future wedding. The best day of my life..."

These people are looking for happiness. They're travelling to their happy place. 

It's helped. 

I know where I'm going. 

I pull my bag tighter to my shoulder. And then I smile. 

Turn around,

And go home.

Where my children will be being noisy and making a mess. My husband will be in the garage tinkering with his car and getting oil everywhere. 

I'm going to my happy place.