Magic Bus

Last night I watched a video that showed a glimpse of the Magic Bus Memorial, in the Denali Park-Alaska (from the movie "Into the Wild"). 

I have a feeling that I spend most of my time visiting my imaginary Magic Bus, my "porto seguro", the place where I get to go home to, at least internally. 

One of my personality traits says that I live most of my life "inside my head."

More and more I find it to be thru. It's very comforting to step away from the world and walk into my Magic Bus, where everything has a place, every memory is sitting on a shelf, all the emotional supplies awaits to be needed. 

This is also where you realize that "happiness is only real when it's shared", so every once in a while I step out of the bus and collect more memory supplies and emotional tools to prettify my bus!