I dreamt of Hawaii last night.
It was so vivid. I swear I could feel the warm breeze on my skin while I was standing in our old backyard, looking at the bright colors of the trees. In my dream I was taking people around, giving directions, showing off. I don't know if I was living there, or if I was vacationing, but it felt so nice and calm. Seeing the beautiful ocean and hearing the crash of the waves again... I loved it.
The feeling of home, warm, sunny, breezy, home sweet home.
I am not saying I don't feel at home here, I do... it is taking time, and it is so different.
I woke up cold, really cold, and a little sad.
The novelty of all the cold winter weather here is getting old.
I miss being warm, and tan, and going to the beach.