I had a dream last night in which I was told that we had to move from our apartment and that we had to be out in just two days. I was panicked, particularly because I only had a few boxes and had to pack the rest of our stuff into the reusable grocery bags I had in my possession. Everything else had to be left behind. Just before I woke up, I was sitting on the floor, surrounded by books, weeping.

I know that most likely, this dream had nothing to do with my physical home and much more to do with the changes in the world and my continuing efforts to embrace my life and let go of those ways of being that don’t serve me. But still, it shook me and when I cleared the cobwebs from my brain, I walked around these rooms, feeling grateful that they are mine (and Scott’s!).