Persistent Dream

I keep having dreams about me going back to work in nursing at The Courville. It's not one of those dreams where I revisit my past like "oh, here I am back in the day when..." but one of those where I'm me now going back to someplace I was before like "oh, by the way, I just thought I'd come back here 15 years later and..." It's kind of interesting, though, to see what my mind does with the place after all these years: how the place looks, who on nursing has stayed around, what the new people look like.

I don't know what it is about The Courville or nursing that has me dreaming about it, but I haven't had any real interest in going back to that, either as a nurses' aide or advancing to the next step I was planning at the time: becoming a nurse. Even if I did, as great as The Courville was to me, I wouldn't go back to a nursing home. It's too damned depressing.

Has it really been 15 years?! Ugh. Wait, actually I started 16 years ago because it was junior year of high school when I graduated from St. Joseph's with my CNA certification and then the summer when I was hired at The Courville. I guess in some ways I miss working there.