My mention of gymnastics makes people look at me funny. However, it's true, I took gymnastics lessons from third to sixth or seventh grade. I was terrible, but I liked doing it. I went to a slumber party one night and gymnastics the next morning and pulled a muscle in my neck. Tiredness and a specific movement will always irritate it again. It's always a problem I've managed to irritate every single time I've ever moved house.
Perhaps part of the reason it happened was dreaming that I was moving out of the house back in Illinois and, supposedly, back to an urban apartment in Washington DC, a city that I've never ever visited, never mind lived in. I was excited because the first time I'd lived there, I hadn't had the opportunity to see all the things that were literally blocks from the apartment.
I remembered the address when I woke up, but Google tells me no such address exists in DC. I've never been there, but my dream showed the city like a cross between Vienna and Munich.
Packing the house in Illinois was proving complicated because there were so many hidden closets (I frequently dream of that house with an entire basement it never had; closets is a new one) and there was more to pack than I thought initially.
The cats were also a problem. The dog, who never lived in the house in Illinois, wanted to go and was happy to move. The three cats I don't have except in the dream, however, would not be convinced this was a good idea and refused to cooperate.
I could speculate, of course, about each of these elements, but the overall message is that I'm excited about the possibility of change, but not really prepared to make it happen. Huzzah.
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