We have had to make and remake our decisions on where we are to start our American journey in the last two weeks. At last though, I believe we have come to a final choice. Garden City.
It is not as dramatic as Dorothy leaving Kansas in that Flying House of hers – we are reversing the tide. We just landed on some poor witch with our hopes…in Garden City, Kansas.
I tried my hand at warehouse management and even did a stint in a seasoning factory.
But I realized I don’t want to leave journalism just yet.
When the chips fall into place, I don’t want to be the one left with egg on the face. I am going down this well-travelled road and I know we are going to like it here.
This morning, I am sitting at my new desk. If everything goes according to pan, this will be my station for the next few year and those years should be prosperous years for us.