Living in the wrong house

May 22, 2007 at 10:26 AM
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Next month I will have lived in my house five years.

What’s interesting to me is that five years later I still wake up at night and don’t know where I am. I have to lay there and think about.

I very often dream that I am living in the wrong house. It’s generally the same dream. That I am living at my mom’s house and I need to go back to my own. But when I go, it’s not the house I live in now. It’s a different place. It’s always the same place, and in my dreams I know it is the wrong place. Yet, it’s my house.

I think my psyche is telling me I’m living in the wrong house.

So I expect I will move some day. But not as long as mom is alive. Right now she lives just close enough and just far enough away to be just right.