The tornado truly could not have dropped us in a more foreign land. Spiraling out of Jackson, Mississippi and stepping out of the doors into the Emerald City of Seattle, Washington could only been more strange if we had to step over a dead witch’s shriveled legs. For one, Mississippi is hot and muggy, Seattle is cool and crisp.
And Where was the yellow brick road? There was no color-coded street to follow, no singing shorties, and no pink fairywitch in a bubble to
guide us through this new city. Maybe that’s why we ended up at the wrong hotel. It was 2 in the morning, we were tired, disoriented, and windblown. Despite the lack of guidance, we found our way to the hotel and crashed. Exploration of Oz would have to begin in the morning.
The morning – and every morning in Seattle thereafter…
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