I dreamt of
Dumbo, last night.
Or,
actually, I dreamt I had a cute little baby elephant that everyone adored and
even my bank consultant wanted to take a picture with.
And since
last night I could not fall asleep, torn by the dilemma whether or not to accept
the offer to move into a new flat abandoning the one I have shared with friends
for 7 years, I decided this morning that the adorable baby elephant that
eventually made it into my dreams was Dumbo, encouraging me to hold my feather tight
and…fly. With no fear.
So it looks
like I am probably moving into a new place, my place!, in January.
Clap clap and thanks, Dumbo.
