So Far From Home


I am homesick and it’s affecting my dreams.

Dream 1:

I was home in New Hampshire, at my old apartment on Silver Street where I grew up. I was in my old bedroom going through my belonging I left behind, deciding what I wanted to bring and what I wanted to continue to leave behind. I found a bunch of DVDs and sorted through them.

Tony said it was time for us to leave so I went to say goodbye to my mum. I hugged her tight, nestled my head on her shoulder and sobbed. I knew it would be a long time until I saw her next.

The odd thing is that in my dream, I only lived an hour and a half away, as opposed to twenty hours and 1,100 miles.

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