Had a dream I relocated mom and I back to Phoenix to get away from dad. It was very abrupt and we needed up in some iffy second floor apartment in Mesa. I was checking to see where things were since mom handled coordinating how the items were moved and distinctly remember asking where the winter tires were, panicking for a second they were left behind in the garage. She was having trouble with the air inside the apartment being stagnant and the apartment not being cold enough despite having central AC.
I walked around to the balcony window and looked down at this large enclosed common area with patio furniture and plants. It looked a lot like the old Embassy Suites by Sky Harbor (I think it’s a Holiday Inn now). I walked out to the basic kitchen and then down a hall from the living room into an even bigger room that was more like a dining hall that was furnished like an expensive hotel lobby. Our place was partially furnished and it was a weird and off mix where they tried to make everything look nice and quality but the infrastructure of the building was old and not kept up well. Looking up at the ceiling made me wonder wtf the square footage was because this hall was larger than the last 3 rooms of the apartment I’d just been in, and I wasn’t sure if this was just our space or if it was just a weirdly connected common space no one else used.
I was immediately looking at housing rentals because I was worried about mom’s health and breathing and all that, especially since were not even in summer yet. I saw a listing for a house in McCormick Ranch (but my brain placed it south around San Tan Valley and Queen Creek. I wanted to call and view the property and was willing to do whatever it took to break the lease, wondering what I could negotiate if we were there for a couple days, like prorating them? I wasn’t even sure what the lease terms were. I wondered if that was a drive I was willing to tolerate daily since I remembered Queen Creek in 2006 being unbearable.
I stressed about updating social media that I moved to Phoenix and left Seattle behind, I didn’t want to do the update and solidify it. I wondered when I could fly up and visit and how often and for how long. I worried about leaving mom alone for too long and then contemplated a pet, remembered she’s not into pets, and wondered since we did this huge move and I was now looking at houses if I could just get one once we settled in and she’d come around. I thought about friends in Vegas and the Bay Area, Idk why accessing these places seemed harder now because of the relocation when it shouldn’t make a difference (now I’m realizing irl I was very stationary in Phoenix due to health and money compared to after moving out of AZ).
I was flipping through a lot of art, lots of it unfinished, lots of origami paper unorganized and sloppily bundled together, and this notebook sized kind of half scrapbook half scribbled and doodled in journal I was trying to decide on. Where are the pieces to the last two pages so I can finish this? Can I let this go and send it to the person I intended to ship it to a long time ago? Would they even receive it? I put everything down to step away and woke up.