Thursday 10 March 2011

Fountains of Joy

Lets keep it short and sweet, angelSo, this is what happens when I get labrinthitis and cabin fever. I was climbing the walls, really.

I never really realised that home can be anywhere you want it to be.


If I could choose, my home would be summer. It's not a genuine location, but I've always been a bit of a strange one...

And I can't wait. Genuinely can't wait for summer.

So, bring it on.













1 comment:

  1. Home, my friend, is our room. San Carlos, Colony Hotel, Cuba. That will always be my home <3

    ReplyDelete