In the sleep stolen between the sound of my alarm and Tetley’s barking, I dreamt I was traveling somewhere in Europe. \u00a0The place is less important than the feeling conjured by the dream.<\/p>\n
The weather was cool. I was moving on from a little pensione where I knew no-one, to another place and had little heart for it. What I wanted was to be home, to actually have such a place. Living without schedule or purpose beyond being somewhere and then only to go to yet another place – only an observer of other people’s lives – in both my dream and memory, I recall how exhausting and lonely this exercise often was.<\/p>\n
On the road, it was home I longed for – a home I did not have. \u00a0Instead, I kept moving on, traveling to another exotic place hoping to find\u00a0my<\/em> place. That somewhere, I would discover a reason to stay.<\/p>\n From the recesses of my unconscious, I am reminded of these times and thus, to savor my present. These days are so busy with external demands, \u00a0I long for unscheduled, contemplative hours until the dream reminds me that what I desired so many years and miles ago is here: I am home.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" In the sleep stolen between the sound of my alarm and Tetley’s barking, I dreamt I was traveling somewhere in Europe. \u00a0The place is less important than the feeling conjured by the dream. The weather was cool. I was moving on from a little pensione where I knew no-one, to another place and had little … Continue reading Wake-Up<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-471","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pPzTS-7B","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/471","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=471"}],"version-history":[{"count":13,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/471\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":484,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/471\/revisions\/484"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=471"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=471"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=471"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}