During that 5 hour long ride home, talking about Belgium, and Paris, and Prague, and book shops and cafe's, was when I realized I did not need all the luxuries in the world. For I have but one. A place. And a dream carried around in the pockets of my coffee-stained apron. And, out of all the majesty of what is an overwhelming scene, I see a big red box--to keep me close to home.