I had a dream last night sometime between when my alarm went off and when my body instinctively woke up so that I wouldn't be late for work. The dream itself was so scary and I woke up grateful that I have never in my life felt unsafe. Safety is something that we all take for granted, I think, and I need to pay more attention to how lucky I am to have my basic needs met, while others worry about them on a daily basis.
A gentleman with an accent came up to the advising desk yesterday morning at Heartland. I quietly and cordially asked him if I could ask where he was from and he said England. And then I asked if I could ask where at in England and he said Liverpool. And I told him that I was there over the summer, in Cambridge, doing an internship. He had no interest in my story and I was bummed. I really wanted to talk England with him and ask him why he was here, of all places, but he just wasn't having it. :(
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