On a cold January day I dragged my furniture into a new home. My roommate and I had decided that our rent was too high and we needed to live in a less expensive dwelling. We gave up our pedestrian friendly neighborhood for an enormous rundown apartment in an industrial zone. It was rather ugly and the carpeting was a mess. The ceilings were high.
After finally settling in I took a deep breath and sighed. The gravity of the decision we had made started to sink in.
My mom knocked on my bedroom door and I let her in. She stared up at the ceiling and down at the stained blue carpet and then looked me in the eyes questioning, "Are you sure that you made the right choice?" I dropped my head to the ground as if I had done something terribly wrong. Was it wrong for me to move on? I was having a tough time grappling with the choice I made. It was not long before I realized that I was unhappy with the new old place. This is when I realized that I was dreaming. This lucidity brought a slow moving smile to my face and I woke up smiling.
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Sixty years ago to this day a miraculous thing happened: my beautiful mom was born. Happy 60th Birthday, Mom!!! I love you with all my heart.
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