Going Away, Coming Home

The last few weeks, it seems like weeks since I last wrote for pleasure, (not that posting from my phone is really writing), I have had an active dream life. I'm not certain what most of the dreams have been about. But a few have been intense dreams that have made my head a bit electric - like there's electricity pulsing through my entire brain, sending a message of warning: this is very important so don't forget. Last night was particularly intense as well. Mostly because it was a dream about Wood and I, and our ability to go away and reconnect in the most challenging of circumstances. In this dream, I became interested in another person - began dating that person even, and in the end, Wood gladly took me back. I wanted to be back, not because the other person wasn't good. But because Wood is my soulmate. It was a sad and frightening dream with a good ending. Hopefully I can remember the details when I have some time to write again. I'm traveling alone for the weekend to take care of business. It's nice to have some space from my life, and be with friends, although this work part of my life is hard, too. I wanted to remind myself here to do a writing exercise in the future. It is writing a letter to my 16 year old self. Giving some advice. The dream, my work here, and the exercise have one common theme: You can never really go back. Home is where you are.