The tornado in my life did not take me from Kansas to the land of Oz, but instead from Chicago to Buffalo where I had to search for the yellow brick road as I explored my new life. In Buffalo, I wasn’t faced with the Wicked Witch of the West or flying monkeys, but I encountered more personal and …show more content…
Everything I knew was gone. I found myself in an alternate universe where I lived in a funeral home, went to a Catholic school, and lived in an extremely small town. To say the least, it was an adjustment…
Being the new girl was hard enough, especially since I was the first outsider to enter a class of forty kids who had been together since kindergarten. But being the new girl from another state, who had previously attended public school, and lived in the funeral home seemed like a recipe for catastrophe. My family moved to start a new funeral home business with my uncle. Even though for three generations my family had been in the funeral business, I never had to live in the funeral home before, and I was afraid of how my classmates would react to it. Despite my anxiety, I made a lot of