The other night, I had a dream that Gary and I sold our house, packed up, and moved out…then instantly regretted it. We knocked on the door, ready to move back in, but believe it or not, the new owners were not willing to just step aside and let us move back in! The nerve.
Even our realtor made a guest appearance in my dream, pleading with us to leave the new owners alone and stop asking them to get out. I calmly and rationally explained to them, one more time, that we just wanted the house back. That’s all!
I woke up before the situation was satisfactorily resolved. At press time, we were still pressuring the new owners to move out, and for the love of god, to stop making changes to the house that we didn’t like.
When I told Gary that I dreamed we sold the house, he didn’t even pay attention to the rest of the story. He just looked at me like I was nuts (a look I get a lot, especially from him) and asked incredulously, “Why would we do that?”
Indeed. We have celebrated our one-year anniversary in the house (yes, we actually celebrated), and I already can’t imagine us leaving here. Maybe someday, in the distant future, if we absolutely have to…nah!