I love going home to visit.
It feels like forever since I've lived there as the crazy tom-boy girl with zero worries who didn't have a clue who Louis Vuitton was, who had never owned a pair of heels, and who could beat up any girl and most boys. Wow have things changed.
Sometimes I'm sad they have.
But I can always count on Paris staying the same.
This is my lovely lovely home.
You can't tell but it's the
Yellow brick house of happiness!