One thing you should know about me is that I am the biggest worry wart. Like a huge, hairy worry wart on a witch's nose. Why do I do this to myself? I have no clue. But before I left I worked on positive imagery whenever I began to stress. It worked too. Who knew "find your happy place" really worked?
The thing is that this is my happy place. At home... wiping snotty noses, cutting apple slices, reading stories, hanging up watercolor works of art. This is where I belong. As beautiful and incredible Paris was, I was giddy landing in Salt Lake. You would have thought this place had gold-plated roads and rained gum drops. But no... it just has the reasons I am here. Three little reasons. Two of which run on pink-bunny batteries until they run out and fall asleep on their dinner plate.
what's your happy place?