home

I dreamt I was without a home. Well, I was staying with people but, although they were kind to me, I was a burden and I could feel it. I also didn't like people in my business exactly although I was thankful for the space. I was staying at a friend's parents' house. Her room was still in tact and there was another daughter living there, friendly enough. I went into my friend's room and the floors were slanted to the middle. Like all of the sides of the room angled up to the walls, and then you slid down into the middle of the room making it hard to keep your balance. I wanted to be out, but I also knew it was a good deal especially with me being unemployed. I knew I would be house sitting for my brother soon, but I wasn't looking forward to that. His house was dark, there were cats (which I don't mind, besides the hair) and I just wasn't looking forward to it. Then I received a quick call from a friend. She said her home in Portland (which they sold) was empty and they really needed someone inside, and if I didn't mind.. could I rent it for $300. At first I said I would get back to her. I did this out of fear of committing and wanting to weight the pros and cons. Then I realized it was an amazing deal and I should jump on it. I was so excited to finally have a space of my own, with my own furniture. It felt great.