I’m having a dream about that second-to-last night you’re in an apartment before you move. You’re excited about your new place – really excited – but something about looking around at the boxes and blank walls makes you incredibly sad and nostalgic for the times you had while you lived here.
In my dream, I’m packing up those last essentials … toothbrush, a few pairs of shoes. In the cleaned fridge remain only a half-full gallon of spring water and the last two eggs in the carton.
My mind is helping me clean house after closing a door I’d, we’d, kept barely open with our foot for months. I was tired of living there alone.
I woke up from the dream to an email response that I was waiting for. And now my dream is calling me back to go sweep one last time, check all the corners and closets, pack up the cat and look around and smile before I back out of the room and close that door.
