As I'm now a slave to our mortgage and have zero money to be feeding my wanderlust and trotting around the globe, I've had to get quite creative in my home town. Red phone boxes make me dream of London and it's cool girl charm and the blooms popping up all over the city make me dream of Paris. Reality is a house that's not even half painted, a busy work schedule and never ending to-do lists but when I really think about it I'm happiest when I'm present in my world. Though my head will more often than not be up in the clouds, my feet are firmly grounded and walking towards the future Ray and I see for our family. The grass is always greener I suppose but damn, I'm grateful to be where I am.