Last night I dreamed I was telling someone that I was moving to France to study perfumery (as I have been doing for months) and, with a jolt, realized that there was no future tense to the story any longer; I was already here! In a millisecond, all the blanks were filled in, what my flat looks and feels like, what the city is like, the surrounding countryside- it was startling.
I think this means I have really arrived- it has sunk into my cells, it’s not a concept anymore. I am here.
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that was me…in your dream