I had a really weird dream yesterday, so I decided to do sort of an abstract illustration of it.

In the dream, I went to a new realtor in town and almost immediately I saw in their book a house that looked just too good to be true. It was a big, beautiful old yellow Victorian house, two stories plus an attic, on the marsh with a huge yard and lots of nature surrounding, but only a ten-ish minute drive from downtown (that's common in Savannah, you can be in the middle of nowhere in ten minutes from downtown because it's so small). And it was $1000/month rent to own. So immediately I ask to check it out, and head down there. The area around it is cute, seems like a good neighborhood, lots of little local businesses on the way and just seems perfect. I get to the house and it's still beautiful but something about it just immediately feels off. I talk to the current owner of the house, and he just seems too eager to sell. He keeps trying to get me to sign the papers even as he shows me around; and it's beautiful, it's clean, and I'm tempted. But I can't shake this underlying feeling of dread. He shows me this room on the second floor with a huge, circular window overlooking the marsh. The view is stunning, but I fixate on this old falling apart dock connected to the house. Absentmindedly, I think that this house would be perfect so I can kayak on my days off with little issue. I try to tell myself that I'm just nervous because moving away from downtown means I can't walk to work anymore. I wanna go check out the dock for some reason. I get down there. It's a grey day, but not rainy. It's peaceful, and I feel like I could stay there forever. So I jump into the water; it looked so calm a second ago but there's a strong undercurrent that's pulling me away into the darkness. And suddenly I hit this wall of sharp tabby concrete (it's a historic building material made of oysters, lots of that around here) and I wake up, I suppose having died in the dream.

In real life, I'm low key looking to move, probably at the end of summer. I'm going to stay in Savannah, but I'm looking for a place with a little more space than my tiny apartment (also laundry, windows, pet friendly, etc...)... and I don't want to live out in the copy paste suburbs farther out because I figure if I wanted to live somewhere boring I'd have just stayed where I was before I moved to Savannah. Anyways, I think this dream was brought on by the stress of considering a move, because moving is a lot of money, time, stress, packing, and I'm worried I won't be able to find a place that's really better than what I have (between location I'm happy in, and price I can afford).