Dorothy Gale must be punished. She dreamed of somewhere where the grass was greener, far north, further than the rainbow. She messed up her house to get there, was wanted for murder, nearly killed by flying monkeys and a witch. Would she have liked the Emerald City? Dunno. It was busy there. Kind of fancy. Definitely different than Kansas. She met a grifter who wanted out. When it all came down to it, she just clicked her high heels together and magically had her house back, foundation intact, murder charges dropped, and all her friends and family were there. Telling her they loved her. Moral of the story is, don’t leave home, it will suck.

Well, we’re leaving. My husband, the final tornado advocate for the move, he’s already in flying monkey and witch set hour glass territory. I’m just trying to figure out what will fit in the truck. Recent developments mean we have to find a rental back here, where we can’t come home to, because we sold it. What seemed like smart finances at the time, where I could work smarter and fewer hours in Oregon, might be pointing at I have to get a real job, slinging coffee at starbucks maybe, to get the health plan. That little nest egg is blowing away fast. The promise of a life of walking the wilderness and doing agility, ironically, might be disappearing, because we dreamed of that life and pursued it. Tried to have that courage, mustered it all up, but the monkeys so far are winning this one. Let’s hope we can turn it around.