Being there, while I’m here
I dreamed last night that I had moved into my new house, and put everything away and all my paintings up on the wall and everything was just so when I realized that I had not even had the inspections yet and what would I tell the current owner as we hadn’t even gone through the act of sale? I woke up foggy, disoriented, still on my day bed in my three room apartment.
I haven’t moved in yet physically, but I have mentally. I’m not by the hater neighbor, I’m not squeezing past Tin trying to get his breakfast made in the tiny kitchen, I’m not sitting in the back yard looking at the possum climbing over the fence, instead I’m daydreaming in my own back yard.
I can’t wait.
And yet, I have a month to go and miles to travel before that begins to happen. And so I need to refocus and be here now because I don’t want to miss a day being there, while I’m here.