Last night, I had a very vivid dream that I had moved to Canada. I seemed to have done it without giving much thought to the move because I didn’t know anyone, I didn’t have a job waiting for me, and the residence into which I moved didn’t have a cool name like The House on the Hill.
What’s up with this dream, eh?
To further complicate matters, I moved on my birthday. Then I was very disappointed when my friends didn’t surprise me with a Birthday Party in my new place. Some of them even sent angry emails asking me why the hell I would move to Canada. One friend asked me “Wasn’t Maine remote enough for you?”
So what is up with the…
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