I had a dream that
avocado_tom and I were living in a different house, one with LOTS of room, but dead rats in the oven.. piles of garbage in the hallway.. a hingeless front door that was rotting and covered in peeling wood, and broken windows. It was the kind of house that vaguely had "potential" but I felt truly cheated when I realized the nature of the place. I felt like Tom had tricked me into moving into a hellhole. Oh, and it was in a neighborhood at the intersection of Adams Morgan, East Liberty, South Central LA and somewhere in the east Bay. I went for a walk and nearly got gang raped.
Needless to say, after waking up disturbed and rolling back over at 5am, I awoke at 7:15 feeling supremely grateful for our beautiful house with its well-insulated windows, well-painted front door, rat-free oven, beautiful new paint and safe neighborhood. I'm sitting here at my desk in front of an open window listening to birds chirping in the trees across the street. There's a refreshing rain-laden breeze blowing on my face, and 90% of the groundcover in sight is lush and green.
I love this house!