I feel like my house is a gigantic magnet and I am attached to it with a huge rubber band. Snap.
This summer was spent working ridiculously hard to be out. Then plans changed. Then they changed again. I'm right now in the middle of the one place I said I didn't want to be. Hmmm. Is that of my own doing? Did I create the one thing that I didn't want? I hate when I do that!
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Well, you have put a lot of yourself into the house. Whenever someone makes that kind of investment of time or money, it's hard to let go. Could some of your identity be tied up in the house? Are there other things related to house that you aren't ready to let go of?
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