My mind feels all messed up at the moment. Tired of thinking...

My grandparents are selling a house by the sea in where I pretty much grew up during the summers of my entire childhood. They are too old, can't take care of it anymore. No one else in my family can afford to own it.

Maybe sounds like nothing, but it means the world to me, that house... It is my safe spot, my hideaway and has a deep deep place in my heart. And this week my granddad is seeing a real estate agent regarding this. By the summer the house will be sold. And a huge piece of my heart and life with it...

And it hurts so terribly much, a huge sadness has entered me.