Flying 30,000 feet up in the sky, I’m watching the changing terrains fly under me. The green, English countryside, the sparkling ocean, the dry, beige flatlands that suddenly rise into jagged mountains capped with snow, and miles and miles of clouds in between. I have my smartphone playing Gorillaz in one hand, my bright pink paper cup of red wine in another, and an entire row to stretch out. I am having the flight of my life. I also have no idea where I’m going.