When I was little, maybe around 5, I was obsessed with the Wizard of Oz. I remember having a Toto piggy bank, a Dorothy basket (with Toto inside), a Glinda the Good Witch doll and I'm sure I had other things. My parents tell me that for a while, I wouldnt even let anyone call me my own name. I would just say "Call me Dorothy!" and refuse to answer until they did. I wanted to be Dorothy.
A recent chain of events has left me feeling like I am Dorothy, and it's not awesome like I thought it would be. Dorothy was taken away from everything she was familiar with and thrown into this weird place. Thats where I am now..not in Kansas anymore. At the risk of sounding really cheezy, I am following the yellow brick road right now, seeing where it can take me..and hoping it is somewhere good.
I went through the breaking-off of an engagement a few months ago, lost a job and started a new degree course. All of my closest, dearest friends have recently moved away and I am still here. Basically, everything is changing..I am just doing my best to keep up with it and move forward.
I could go into some more metaphorical BS about how the lion, the tinman and the scarecrow are all parts of me, looking for fulfillment on this journey...but I dont think this is going to be that kind of blog.