There’s a scene in the movie Passengers where a bartender says something that’s been stuck in my head. He tells the main character, “You’d rather be somewhere else than here. You feel like you’re supposed to be somewhere else.” Then he adds, “Even if you could snap your fingers and be anywhere you wanted… you’d still feel the same.” That hit me hard. Because that’s exactly how I’ve been living. Always wishing I was somewhere else. Somewhere better. Somewhere where I think happiness finally lives.