follow the yellow-brick road.

I am modern-day Dorothy:

Swept into a whirlwind of activity,
Swear I've lost my sense of direction.
Some wonder if I will stay in Cali,
So many have forgotten I love home.

But ruby slippers I have not.

If only I could find a pair of these.
I found out the only substitute presently
Can be, for all Starbucks employees,
Can be my loverly black pleather flats.

There's no place like home.
There's no place like home.
There's no place like home.
There's no place like home.

Seattle,
believe me.

I am on
my way soon.

Mother, I cannot wait for hugs and your amazing cooking.
Dad, we have a coffee date (or three, if not four) awaiting!

My sweet friends, laughter and late nights are on their way!
My dearest boyfriend, only fifty-three more days to go (yay)!