When I first came to Cadrieu with Dali and Sam to be full time French Girls, I had a watch with two tiny ruby red slippers tied to it. It was 2006, and my whole concept of home had been upended in New Orleans. I struggled then, and still do to a certain extent today.
When I returned to the states in 2012, one of the ruby red slippers had fallen off my watch. One sat on a stone on my desk upstairs and the other remained on my watch that I wore back.
One day, I jokingly asked Dad:
What happens when you only have one ruby red slipper?
He said: I guess you can't get back to Kansas!
He made me chuckle, even if his answer gave me even more food for thought. I still ponder it from time to time.
How might you answer that question?
Happy Wednesday!
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