This morning I got up from bed with one intention: to rent a house in the middle of Oakland, maybe Rockridge or Temescal. I was still in the middle of a dream, and I think it’s the closest to sleepwalking I’ve come since I was a kid.
I’d been having a dream in which Lala and I were living in the old hovel apartment that haunts my dreams. Again and again, I find myself there. Like the dreams of tsunamis and not being able to get into Venice, it’s one that recurs at least once every couple of months. In the dream, I was standing in the bathroom looking at the floor that was cracking and falling in by the toilet. I could see where Lala’s footprints were denting the filthy linoleum. I knew that the house was falling down the hill, but I also knew that since it was our house, we could get $2800 for rent for it (this came directly from a real Zillow email from yesterday). I thought, hey! We’ll rent this place out, and rent a smaller place for ourselves in the neighborhood where there are restaurants and shops and cafes.
I literally got out of bed, thinking that I’d like to pay maybe seven or eight–hundred dollars for a place. I was headed for my computer and Craigslist when I ran into the real Lala in the real living room of our real house. Startled, I thought, Hey! I love this place! I don’t want to move!
The funniest part is that I thought we could rent in Rockridge for $700. And I just looked – there’s only one place for rent there that would allow the animals, and it’s $4850. Of course.
And I love this house. I love this neighborhood, though there isn’t any place to walk except up the hill (which isn’t bad!). I guess yesterday I was thinking again that we could rent this out for our mortgage and move to New Zealand if we wanted to. It’s always in the back of my mind. Not like I have time to play much more with the idea right now – not sure we could afford to live in or near Wellington, where we’d want to be. But it’s still a thought.
I’ve become a good sleeper. Not always: I had terrible insomnia two nights this week. But sometimes, maybe most of the time, I SLEEP. After seventeen years of a job which prevented this, I’m still amazed that this is my life. I sleep. It’s wonderful.
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