tap your ruby slippers

My head is lying somewhere between a heavy psychology textbook, my bank account slips and a book full of restaurant reservations.

At the end of the day, trying to be a student, hostess, friend, artist trying to get her photos on display and also a human being, is an effort.

I miss walking, daydreaming, and living a scattered romantic lifestyle.

And yet, amongst all the madness, I've discovered the beauty of coming home.

This is where I reside, with two beautiful girls, and find a sense of peace at the end of the day:










There's no place like home.