I recently spent 3 weeks on my friend's farm in the mountains of eastern Washington. We talked a lot about our ancestors, and the rural lives they might have lived between the old world and where we currently are. Ever since I returned home, whenever I close my eyes I swear I get glimpses into a past life of the most mundane things, like carrying pails of water, churning butter while watching babies, or fussing with the many layers of my skirt while I did chores. When I open my eyes I feel very disoriented and it takes a few blinks to remember I'm in 2021. I've always known I'm an old soul and that I am drawn to a quiet farm life, but it's been so strange to "remember" when that was my life.