Last night I had a crazy dream...
A year and a half ago, my father sold our family home and made the move to a new state so he could be closer to me. He bought a great condo and seems happy living about a mile from our house. I'd asked him to make the change because he's 77, a cancer and heart attack survivor, and I wanted to see him more frequently. I also worried about him being mostly alone, with just his younger (by18 months) brother nearby. A few years ago, he crashed his Harley, and while he was only slightly injured, I was really angry when it took a him more than a day to let me know.
Most of the time, I'm okay with the fact that I lost the last physical link to my hometown. I only visited a few times a year, and I know logically the move made sense. One of my cousins actually bought the house, so it stayed in the family. I've known all along about their plans to renovate; the house had its original 1939 bathrooms and kitchen when my dad sold. I would have updated if I'd bought it.
So I was caught off guard when I had a dream about the house last night. It was completely gutted, with wood siding on the family room ripped off, and plastic flapping on the roof. The electrical guts were exposed in the rest of the house, with hanging contractor lanterns providing light.
When I woke up, I found myself feeling very unsettled. I know the dream came because of two reason: we are planning a trip out that way this summer; and my husband was furloughed this week, so I'm feeling very unsettled. We made so many great memories in that house and neighborhood, and I am so terrible at goodbyes anyway.
What I'm hoping for tonight is a peaceful night of sleep, one that doesn't cause undeniable sadness when I wake.
A year and a half ago, my father sold our family home and made the move to a new state so he could be closer to me. He bought a great condo and seems happy living about a mile from our house. I'd asked him to make the change because he's 77, a cancer and heart attack survivor, and I wanted to see him more frequently. I also worried about him being mostly alone, with just his younger (by18 months) brother nearby. A few years ago, he crashed his Harley, and while he was only slightly injured, I was really angry when it took a him more than a day to let me know.
Most of the time, I'm okay with the fact that I lost the last physical link to my hometown. I only visited a few times a year, and I know logically the move made sense. One of my cousins actually bought the house, so it stayed in the family. I've known all along about their plans to renovate; the house had its original 1939 bathrooms and kitchen when my dad sold. I would have updated if I'd bought it.
So I was caught off guard when I had a dream about the house last night. It was completely gutted, with wood siding on the family room ripped off, and plastic flapping on the roof. The electrical guts were exposed in the rest of the house, with hanging contractor lanterns providing light.
When I woke up, I found myself feeling very unsettled. I know the dream came because of two reason: we are planning a trip out that way this summer; and my husband was furloughed this week, so I'm feeling very unsettled. We made so many great memories in that house and neighborhood, and I am so terrible at goodbyes anyway.
What I'm hoping for tonight is a peaceful night of sleep, one that doesn't cause undeniable sadness when I wake.