How it will seem a year from now will depend on whether we manage to get that house sold. If we don't, we'll be deep in hot water (or worse). That house weighs on me even when I'm not there. I just don't realize it so much until I go there.

For some reason, when I go to work, or to school, I manage to forget about the house and feeling worthless and all that personal stuff. I am fine when I am out doing something else. But when I am home I am so tired and I wish that I could just sit around and hide, or sleep, or escape into a book and/or bubble bath.

Most of the time, anyway, it is that way. Today it was that way. A few weeks ago, when I was just learning about some of the things that were part of my job, I did get overwhelmed there too, and I felt like quitting and finding another job that would be easier. I did make myself go anyway though, and it is turning out fine.