10-12-2006, 05:11 AM
I started having a recurring dream where I was riding a bicycle down a dirt road in the middle of a jungle area. The sun was shining and the breeze cooled my face as I pedaled over the bumps and lumps. I remember feeling a certain satiation in the dream as I made my way to an old woman's plantation-style home nestled secretly in some trees. She was waiting for me on her porch - a large brown woman with gray hair - and as I walked my bike up to her porch, she opened her arms and she said to me with a toothy smile, "time for you to come home." When I awoke from the dream, I sat up, woke up my husband up and told him I had a dream about Hawaii. For the next several weeks I would have this dream again and again. I knew in my heart somehow that it was time for our family to move to Hawaii. The subject of Hawaii was popping up everywhere I turned. I would turn the television on and see Hawaii -- someone would call me and tell me that they'd decided they were going on vacation to Hawaii. The subject of Hawaii was everywhere. I couldn't get away! The next obstacle would be the money it would take to move, and we literally had none. We were paycheck to paycheck, barely making it in Seattle (where we're from).
I figured out it would cost $10,000 for us to pay off our debt, buy airline tickets, have money to get a rental and some buffer funds to get us by until we found jobs. I said "10,000 dollars" repeatedly, over and over -- I wrote it on notecards and posted them all over the house. I wished and wished. I paced like a madwoman. Twelve hours later, my husband's mother called us, unknowing of our plans to move or plans to come up with the money. She told me she was calling because she had a gift for us, of $10,000.
And here we are. We've never felt more at home, we've never felt more in love with life. Never been healthier, never smiled more, never laughed harder, or cried harder. We are home.
hope
I figured out it would cost $10,000 for us to pay off our debt, buy airline tickets, have money to get a rental and some buffer funds to get us by until we found jobs. I said "10,000 dollars" repeatedly, over and over -- I wrote it on notecards and posted them all over the house. I wished and wished. I paced like a madwoman. Twelve hours later, my husband's mother called us, unknowing of our plans to move or plans to come up with the money. She told me she was calling because she had a gift for us, of $10,000.
And here we are. We've never felt more at home, we've never felt more in love with life. Never been healthier, never smiled more, never laughed harder, or cried harder. We are home.
hope
hope