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.