dreams, dreams in color, Sally Rose, La Gringa Goes GlobalLast night, I dreamed about my son, Phillip. If you’re new to my blog, I should tell you that my son passed away on May 4. In the past, I’d often dreamed about him as a young boy.

I am a vivid dreamer. My dreams, always in color, tend to be wild and crazy. Sometimes, they star strangers. Usually, they’re centered around people I know. I’ve been dreaming about Phillip a lot since returning to the US three weeks ago.

In this dream, Phillip was an adult. He was helping me garden. With the best of intentions, he dug up most of my plants. There was one in particular that I felt sad about losing. It was a hearty plant, a succulent. He had chopped off the flowering top and left the roots planted in the ground.

I don’t remember the full dream, but I do remember attempting to save it by replanting the top in the hope that it would grow new roots and survive.

I’m not a gardener. I live in a condo in the desert, with no dirt to dig around in. I haven’t had a yard in over ten years.

You can draw your own conclusions about my dream, but I don’t think I need to consult Freud for an explanation of it. I left roots behind, planted in Chile, but I brought a part of it with me. I’m hoping that new roots will grow in my current environment, but I’m not sure.

I read those “Best Places to Retire” surveys and wonder if this is the place for me. Most studies are looking at cost of living, health care, and crime rates among their top factors. Obviously, a lower cost of living, good health care, and low crime rates are preferable for everyone, but that’s where I usually diverge from the crowd.

I’m not looking for a warm climate, outdoor sports, or couples’ activities, as many people seem to be. What about less common “desirables”?

Those quirky, personal things that don’t fit into the survey’s parameters. For me, those would include a pedestrian lifestyle in a cool, but not humid, climate, in a city with eclectic food, cultural opportunities, and pretty architecture, where there are other single people and preferably other expats, too.

Does my current environment fill the bill? Not exactly, but it’s where I am for now, and time will tell whether or not the severed plant recuperates and blooms here.

~~Sally Rose
Author of Amazon Nº. 1 Best Seller Penny Possible
Author of A Million Sticky Kisses
Contributing author to Once Upon An Expat
iamsallyrose.com

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