i have been thinking about Dorothy a lot lately. you know, this Dorothy…
you see, i went through a phase in my childhood in which i spent every. single. day. with Dorothy. and of course the Tin Man, Scarecrow, and Cowardly Lion. i looooved The Wizard of Oz. well, i loved it right up until the Wicked Witch of the West or the flying monkeys made their appearance. and then i cried…every. single. day. but i always managed to muster the courage to try it again the very next day. my mother would gently remind me that yesterday it had made me cry, but i always assured her that today would be different. today i would be brave. you know where this is going, right? i cried again. every. single. day. i think it was years before i actually saw the movie in its entirety.
turns out i had a lot in common with the Cowardly Lion.
anyway, i got all sidetracked…back to Dorothy. after all the time she and i spent together, i expected more. i feel betrayed. mislead. deceived.
you know that whole, “there’s no place like home” bit? it’s a lie.
i know this because i recently discovered that “there’s a place better than home.”
and that place is Mexico.
Cabo San Lucas to be exact.
if you have been wondering where i have been, that’s where.
if you are wondering why i came back, well…so am i.
we had the most dreamy spring break ever. the resort was stunningly beautiful. the weather was divine. the friends we traveled with were an absolute blast. we zip-lined, rode wave runners, went whale watching on a sailboat (my favorite), had a spa day, and ate fabulous food. and when we weren’t on big adventures, we were lounging by beautiful pools or in cabanas on the beach. seriously the best vacation ever.
hate me yet? okay, i’ll stop.
but not before i make you look at some pictures! it was just too good not to document. you know, for posterity’s sake and all.
ironically enough, we were barely home long enough to wash the sand out of our clothes before we loaded up the car for a road trip to check out our new home- Kansas City.
it’s all very surreal. and weird. but definitely exciting.
it’s just that the whole concept of ‘home’ feels foreign to me right now. our Texas home is temporary, but KC won’t officially be home until we move this summer. we find ourselves homeless. not literally, of course, but figuratively speaking.
and even though Cabo is impossible to top, i can’t help but wonder if Dorothy knew something about home that i have yet to learn. when she clicks her ruby slippers together and chants “there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home,” you know where she’s trying to get back to, right?
i think this bodes well for us.
happiness is…a change of scenery.