Moving to Pennsylvania

I was somewhere with Natalie (from Papa John's), and we were discussing where to move to. I'm not sure why we were moving, but we were both planning on it. We were looking at these big stained glass sort of maps and trying to decide on where to go. For some reason she was wanting to go to New Jersey, but I really didn't like that idea, so I was trying to talk her into one of the bordering states.

Even though we were looking at the big map, it was hard to tell which states bordered New Jersey. Finally I had to "zoom out" and get a map of the whole world to look at, and I noticed that the US looked so small compared to everything. I saw other countries like France and Poland and such, and they were all more than 5 times the size of the US. The states were so tiny that I couldn't make them out, and so I still couldn't figure out what states bordered New Jersey.

Finally I happened to think about Pennsylvania. I immediately thought of the area around Harrisburg and Grantham, and so we went on a trip up there to look around. For some reason, I don't think she knew at first why we were going up there, and I was planning on surprising her with the beauty of the place and hoping that she'd like it enough to move there and be a bit closer to New Jersey without actually being in it. I was going down the "main street" and the trees were big and green and beautiful, and they overhung the road. It was sort of a "secret garden" type of look.

As we were going along one of the roads (we were walking now) we passed a group of people walking towards Messiah College. Scott (best friend from elementary school) was part of that group. I asked him if he was busy, and he said he was, but if I wanted to call him after he got back to the dorm, then that would be fine. I said okay and ended up walking off somewhere else.

It was starting to get dark at this point, and so Natalie and I went to my mom's house (which looked like Mike's (former step-father) house, but it was fixed up better, and it was in Grantham (although the name that was being used in my dream was Chatham, and I was thinking that she'd think that she'd never get away from that name) )and we went in and were in the old kitchen area. It was night time out at this point, and I think mom was making some sort of drinks or something.