there are days i don't want to leave these walls. when the wind is too high, and sometimes on sunny days too. because what i've created here is sacred, and untouchable. and only here am i invulnerable. when i drive away in the mornings, with the dew fresh on the road and the school bus inevitably in front of me, i become courtney the technical writer. courtney the student. courtney the bearer of all stresses.
but here. here is magic. and here, i can pretend. that i am a queen. a grammy-winning singer in the shower. a movie star with a toothpaste bottle oscar. and even if the only applause i ever receive is the patter of grateful paws on the hardwoods, and the only speech i ever give is to robert, pointing to his socks on the floor, i sill feel like a star. because when the lights go down on tinseltown, all you need is love. and love, for me, is home.