Blake Shelton -Home
So okay, maybe I'm ready to admit that I'm ready to go home. Five months is a long time. 20 days and counting until I'm State-side again!
Cheers, from a girl with an undying love for Chicago
A cute older lady who was very dear to my heart, WISHED for me to be the hero of my own story. So here are the tales of my YELLOW BRICK ROAD: tales and excerpts that have brought a SMILE to my face.

Meet the Suit. The clothing outfit that labels you the serious type perhaps even with spoonful of fashion sense. Yesterday while at the station I caught myself looking at a polished man in such a suit carrying a briefcase so I automatically labeled him as a business man : whether searching for work or already well established I couldn't tell you.



Naan (Indian Bread)
Let me preface by saying I am not a "gotta love it" girl when it comes to coffee. Meaning, my eyes are open, my body is energetic and my mind functions superbly without a cuppa joe first thing in the morning. But I am a "like it" girl who sometimes knows a cuppa joe is just what fits the bill.
Remember looking through the library at your elementary school pulling out each book just slightly so you can peer at the cover to decide if it grabs your interest? Remember when an adult caught you in that act (because we know all adults have eyes all over their head -sorry for the horrid image!) and wisely told you not to judge a book by it's cover?
A couple more pieces have fallen into place in this puzzle of Australian culture. I warn you they may seem backwards but all the corners fit.
It's sailing moments like this, that the cool breeze is a taste of home.
I hope you weren't jealous when little Captain Jack
to the mothers who are no longer with us,
to the mothers who have been through it all,
to the mothers who take you by surprise and become a part of your life
to the women who aren't mothers but sure have your back
Cheers, from a daughter