It's no secret that I am unhappy living in Iowa. I suppose I probably could try a little harder to meet more people and try to make friends, but I just feel like...what's the sense in trying to fit a round peg in a square hole? I just don't fit in here. I didn't fit in here before, and I certainly don't fit in here now.
Okay, so maybe the destination doesn't really matter most, but I'd argue that it's equally as important.
Dorothy loved where she lived, in Kansas, but she thought she was unhappy, so she went searching for happiness elsewhere, only to find that it was right there in her own backyard the whole time. I can promise you that happiness is not in my backyard. I've looked. The only thing out there is some corn rows. Now and then, God will throw me a bone and send a few deer. The other day He even sent a beautiful hummingbird to greet Eli and me. He was so close, we could have both reached out and touched him.
My other sister sent me something today, to decorate for Halloween. I think she was really excited for me to get it, but then she realized..."Oh, you probably won't get many/any trick-or-treaters out there, will you?" Sadly, no, probably not, BUT we will NOT live here forever. So, these are coming with us to our next house, where we WILL have lots of trick-or-treaters...