Really vivid dream last night, extremely colorful. I was back in Hampden, Baltimore. I was very excited because I owned a shop on the strip. But when I went to visit the shop it was all dilapidated and gross, which made sense at the time because I had clearly forgotten I owned it and only just remembered. So I was sitting on the front stoop crying because there was all this work to be done and I wouldn't have a clean and ready shop in time for the festival. Thats when I noticed one of the back windows had been kicked in and there was someone sleeping in a sleeping bag. I went inside to confront the squatter, when I noticed he had very nice suits laid out and everything in the back area where he lived was clean and tidy. He had short blonde hair and blue eyes and didn't seem like he was on drugs. So we got to talking and agreed that he could stay there as long as he acted as a shop manager and got it ship shape before the festival. #dreamstr

I haven't lived back in Maryland for well over a decade now. This year I keep having these dreams where I'm back there. I miss it so much, and I never did before. And then I wake up still in this strange uncomfortable place and now I've been crying all morning feeling homesick for a place that never felt like home when I was growing up. I have faith I'll find my forever home eventually 🏡🫂