Go Back in Time

Most of my recurring dreams involve being back in the one bedroom basement apartment my mom and I shared until I was 12. I can recall all the little details, like the original brown rug over the cement floor and the scary storage room off my bedroom.

I also dream about being back in high school, retaking my OACs to get better marks, even though I've already completed university. This includes me forgetting my lock to claim one of the coveted lockers in the music wing on the first day of school.

I often wonder why I go back to these times in my life to relive different memories. I know there is nothing that I can do to change what has happened in the past, so I wonder if my subconscious tries to go back to satisfy the perfectionist that lives deep within me.

I'm able to remember everything so vividly, like it's seared into my brain and I wonder, will Lucas have these same memories? Will there be stuff that he won't forget, or worse, forgive?

Nevermind I will have to explain to him what OACs are.

SOLD!

For the past year, we have been searching for our dream house in our dream neighbourhood. Unfortunately, our dreams are similar to many others and we have yet to find that elusive house.

In our current neighbourhood, the market has been hot so we bit the bullet, put our house on the market, and in two days it was SOLD! We were shocked with how fast it all happened - so fast that I didn't have time to fully experience how bittersweet it was.

This was our first house. My husband carried me over the threshold. We put hours of blood, sweat and tears into making it home. It was Lucas's first home. We brought him home from the hospital, swaddled him and laid him down in the cradle next to our bed. His first room with his monkey curtains. His play area where he rolled over, crawled, stood up and took his first steps. So many milestones and memories that this little house holds.

Maybe now it will be the home for new memories for a new family.