Dorothy

"and it was as simple as that, after all. It was over, the worst had happened, and the storm had come, and Oz had stunk, and she was glad to be back in Kansas."

I can't actually remember what book this is from--more so because I read books like a normal person reads the newspaper: one a day. I love reading, it really is one of the most enjoyable hobbies to me. I love immersing myself in the imagination of someone other than myself. Theirs is always more fascinating than my own. Anyways...

The quote is wonderful, I love it. And it's incredibly poignant to my life right now, almost so that it's comical. Except for me, the storm isn't passed. I, unlike the author, am sitting in the middle of the worst of the storm, Oz is a disaster, and I'm nowhere closer to home than I was yesterday. I feel like I have been sitting in the middle of the storm--not the eye, where it's calmest, but the edge where it's the worst--for months now. The storm has yet to pass, there's yet to be calm in the middle of chaos, and I am left in shambles. I can't brave the storm alone, yet I'm stuck here, lonely, with no one to turn to for miles, left to my own devices to make it out alive. And I can't. I can't do it on my own. Trust me, I've tried. I've tried until I am blue in the face, breathless, and flat on my back, too exhausted from my efforts to right my situation that I am incapable of moving.

I need a helping hand. Otherwise I'm sure I'll never make it back to Kansas.