I had this really vivid dream the other night that I was struggling to hold/ carry a big pile of boxes - they were heavy and kept sliding on each other. One of the boxes was about to break and I felt as though I was going to burst into tears at any moment.
In the distance was an older man holding this small ring size box - I had no idea what was inside, just that I wanted it - BADLY.
I woke up feeling conflicted - I wanted to drop everything to accept this gift, and yet I felt as though I just couldn't let go.
But I am - I am doing just that. I am letting go ... I've been packing and cleaning, and throwing stuff away. I am nervous as hell - 4 more days to go, and yet, this feels like the longest goodbye.
I almost can't wait to finish the move and start settling in to my new life.
Wonder what's in that little box of dreams?
