It wasn’t a dream

Since moving back, Melbourne feels like a dream. Like I can’t quite catch hold of the wisps, a bit beyond my reach.

Did those two years really happen?

Much of it lies in the fact that we moved back to Orlando, the city we lived in before our move. Same city, but we are different–not quite the same for having lived and invested our hearts in Melbourne.

Some of the dream-state is also, likely, due to not having any tactile reminders.

So, with the dream still feeling wispy, I decided a wall of artwork (including my favorite local artist), photos and momentos would tangibly remind me the two years were real.

Scott and I banged hammers after hours tonight. Next, to decide what photos to display.

We’ve just finished sitting at the table, Scott and I, looking at the wall and remembering. Some tears. Really missing friends. Unexpected laughter comes from snowballed memories, layered on top of each other.

Thank You, Jesus, for those two years.

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