Dreaming of Home... Sort of...

[kybearfuzz]

So after running 3.5 miles yesterday, followed by 2 hours of pressure-washing the house exterior, I felt sore. Actually, I felt weirdly light-headed too, but attributed that to being dehydrated. After a shower and lunch, I took a nap and felt worse. The chills surprised me. I managed to crawl out of bed eventually and checked my temperature, which was 100.2 deg F. So I bundled up on the couch, took some ibuprofen, and settled in to catch "RuPaul's Drag Race All Stars." The fever broke before the top two lip-synced for their legacy (ugh, that just doesn't roll off the tongue easily).

I went to bed early, despite the nap. The dream I had last night was odd, but I don't think being sick was the cause. I dreamed of my first house, a small two-bedroom, one bath that was literally next door to the house I grew up in. My mom and dad lived there for six years, including my first four, before we moved.


Courtesy of Google Maps
A realtor was showing the house and I asked if I could take a tour. She took me to the roof to enter, which was silly. We went back down and through the front door. The previous owner had obviously done some renovating. They had torn out the ceiling and created a vaulted ceiling to the roof. The living room was basically a show room of cabinets full of clothing and jewelry for sale. It was obviously a dream as the inside of the house was larger than the outside.

I looked the house up on Google maps this morning and saw the house had been remodeled. My cousin did the first remodel years ago, but it looks like the current owners did more. The elephant-ear trees had been cut down in the front yard. The stumps are still there.

Comments

[dendren.livejournal.com]

with the exception of two places I lived when I was in Santa Cruz, all the places I've lived in through my life are within 5 - 10 miles of where I live now. Every once in a blue moon I drive by one of them just to see it. They never look like I remember at all but probably are very much the same LOL

[kybearfuzz.livejournal.com]

The house I really grew up in was torn down, but this house was next door, so it's good to drive by it on occasion. We moved out of this house when I was four to go to the other. It was such a tiny house. My brother and I had one bedroom, my sister had the other, and my parents slept on the pull-out couch bed in the living room. It'd be a good home for a young couple, but they'd outgrow it quickly.

[changeling72.livejournal.com]

Cute house. My parents have lived in the same house since before I was born.

[barak.livejournal.com]

The last time I drove past my old house in my hometown (about 5 years ago), I swore I would never go by again. The people who bought are apparently slumlords and it looks terrible. The extended family blames me for "the desecration of the family home" but I just told them "not my problem."

My family is weird, they wanted me to keep the house "in the family" but none of them wanted to buy it, etc.