I had a dream that I was having a glass of wine with a man at his fabuloso apartment in NYC – it was raining outside, and the windows were streaked with rain. I was looking down at the street lights, city lights and the reflections in the wet streets. We were talking and laughing. This dream felt more real to me than my “real” life. The thing is, I have never felt like I was doing more than visiting Delaware, even though I was born here. I honestly woke up feeling like I missed this person I had never actually met, and like I needed to get back to this place where I have never actually lived. |