I've been in Idaho a week. One solid week. I wish I had exciting anecdotes to share, but mostly it's been spent with family and little else. I'm not ready to come out of my solitude just yet. Church is going to take some getting used to, but that's all me. They were very friendly and quite happy when I said I would be living here for a while and that I was just not here for a quick visit (they're used to those). But it was my pride that couldn't take it when people asked what had made me move home, "Are you finally sick of that Denver?"
No... trust me. I would rather be there, but I am here and that's that. How do I explain... Yeah, I moved home because I'm a loser single childless and now unemployed college graduate that couldn't support herself...?
That is not the purpose of this post, however. Each night since I've been home I have had the craziest dreams. Not all of them do I remember, and the ones I do remember I wish I hadn't. Last night there was something involving chocolate salsa and trying to prove that I knew how to cook. I think I need to lay off the food network challenge shows.
Sitting in my room I've been trying to think of a cause of these odd dreams. I think I have narrowed it down to one thing. It's the creepy and- to be frank- downright ugly wallpaper in this room.
I think it's enough to give anyone nightmares. *shudder*
Creepy little corn-husk dolls with scythes and hoes. Looking all, "Oh, I'm just bringing in the sheaves, don't mind me..." Then WHAM! They jump off the wall and kill you in your sleep.