Living A Nightmare?

Not Eliza's room.  She has more stuff.  And a cuter quilt.

For several years now, perhaps because I have intended to re-enter the workforce at some time,  possibly in conjunction with pursuing a PhD, I've had a recurring nightmare that I was moving into single-student housing at BYU (that means 6 people per tiny apartment), with some if not all of my family. . .and other roommates, and I was trying to figure out what I would major in (as school was starting). Now I don't really remember many dreams, but this one occurred with such intensity and frequency that it has become a nightmare staple.

So last Thursday night at 11:30, when after car problems in the Automobile Bermuda Triangle bordered by Elko and Wells Nevada (we've had many many breakdowns in that area), we finally arrived at Eliza's apartment, I was brushing my teeth at the sink and I realized, "I'm living my nightmare!"  Only it's Eliza who's trying to figure out her major, and I'm not staying in the apartment with paint peeling from the bathroom ceilings and minute kitchen countertops that never get wiped down and a refrigerator crammed with six cartons of milk.  Nice to wake up from that one and return home!  Phew!

Had wonderful visits with college friends who are amazing people and remind me of life outside Soulsbyville, and got to see nieces (and accompanying loved ones) who live in Provo.  It was remarkable fun helping Eliza get settled, even if it involved moving vast quantities of belongings that had been ransacked in her storage unit by critters with both two and four legs, and schlepping said belongings to the third floor apartment.  I miss her already.

And the gang at home managed beautifully, even breaking the "no work on summer weekend" rule and putting in border brick around the lawn.  Don't you think it's time for them to blog about their activities?

Denise