How did I get to Wonderland?
The same as most people do really, following a white rabbit with a pocket watch. Actually it’s a long story and my hope is that through this blog I can piece it altogether to find answers to some of my own questions. I am not a writer … well I guess I am since I am writing this. Ok I am not a professional writer and I hardly passed most of my English courses so try not to judge me too much.
Where is Wonderland?
Well … it is wherever I happen to be at the time. My experiences are sometimes so bazaar that I often wonder if I am Alice and have fallen down a rabbit hole. You will read some posts about my life and wonder if I drank too much tea with the Mad Hatter and other posts you may find as terrifying as the Jabberwocky. Like Alice, I sometimes ask myself if I have gone mad, but as the Hatter replied “the best people usually are.”
“Alice asked the Cheshire Cat, who was sitting in a tree, “What road do I take?”
The cat asked, “Where do you want to go?”
“I don’t know,” Alice answered.
“Then,” said the cat, “it really doesn’t matter, does it?”
― Lewis Carroll,