can’t go home

I dreamt that SK and I moved back to Western Massachusetts for a quiet life. We ate dinner at 6pm, then went for long walks in the pine woods. I took an office job with some mitten-eared guy from high school. He was kind, laughing at my worst jokes. Life had the mellow pace I’ve been thirsting for. Tension leached out of my core.

Then I seized up. Relaxation morphed into claustrophobia. Panic. I announced to SK I wasn’t ready for this. Back to San Francisco.

Before the dream ended, we watched a fire engine smash into a parked car. This seemed to confirm my instincts.

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