I have this recurring dream about the ocean rising up to the level of my home and basically washing everything away. Feeling overwhelmed? Me? What?
Anyway, I had this dream again last night, and it was the first time it had been set here in this apartment even though I've been living here for two and a half years. And my family (which apparently now includes my 13 year old daughter's boyfriend of six months) spent a lot of time trying to decide what to carry out of the house and save, and then we all went to an emergency shelter and survived to return to our muddy, soaked house when the tide receded.
Which I'm trying to see as a positive sign, right?
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