A Moment of Liminal Stillness

These past few weeks — though they seem to have stopped lately — I’ve been having these dreams of being in a hotel room that I had come to think of as a permanent home, frantically packing my bags and looking for random items under beds and furniture the same way we scour an apartment when we’re days from moving out.

The settings of the dreams change — a Caribbean resort with long-familiar beaches, a chic hotel in the downtown core of a major city — but the theme is the same: the place I had come to for a temporary visit had somehow become a place I thought would be home…