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Over the last months my mind has been made up that I was going to move into the house. I felt rather strongly that it was the best move for me to make. I'm even mostly moved in there, 95% according to dad. But, in the last few weeks I've felt that conviction wavering. I know it's my house too, but I've let things go for so long that it feels like any hold that I might have had on the house will never be there. I'm at a crossroads.

It wouldn't take much for me to just pack up my stuff and bring it all back here. Well, except, I'd need LOTS of boxes and I really don't want to go through all that again. But, that option is there before me. I could just pick up life where I left it, since I know my job is still open to me for at least 2 more months, and let by gones be by gones and have him buy me out and move on. That'd be the easiest and best solution to everything, right? At least, that's what lots of people are telling me, and I think they've said it so much that I'm starting to believe it.

It's also not what I want to do. I want to be able to move there and live my life there as well. It's convenient. It's close to friends and those I care about most. Granted, I love my family, but it really is time to break away from the nest. And I know by now that I'm starting to sound like a broken record about this - for the most part. But I choose this forum with which to share my feelings.

Right now, I feel like I'm drowning with no real options open before me. But in the end, I know I'll survive. I always do.


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