I’ve been waiting for the House Sadness to kick in, but so far there’s nothing.

I tend to have emotional attachments to inanimate things and/or have deeply sentimental pangs towards anything with some sort of history. When I was young, I used to feel very guilty when I changed toothbrushes – I missed the old one, and thought perhaps it was sad it had been thrown out. By the end of this month, the house I’ve thought of as mine for the last 28 years will no longer be something I have a claim to. It’s only natural to be all sad and wistful about it, but so far I’ve got nothing.

I didn’t really have a very good time in that house, which probably lends a lot to my indifference. Still, there’s history there. I made and lost friends, have many memories of my dad, of the pets I’ve lost, the people I’ve made out with, still others I fondled, the room I lost my virginity in, that one time the group of us did that stuff ..  you don’t have decades of attachments to a place without having a lot of stories to tell. I’m leaving for Victoria in two days, and it’ll be the last time I’m in the house I grew up in. Eventually I’ll be weepy about it – right now, I’m just looking forward to being away from work for almost a week. Talk to me again in a few days, though – at that point, I’ll be insane from the constant close contact with my mother.

I’m tempted to leave tomorrow night instead of Wednesday morning, for reasons that are rather unknown to me. It would mean an extra day of insanity, boredom, no cats, and stress – I think I just have cabin fever, and am eager to .. do something. It’s dumb, since I just came back from Edmonton and spent the weekend having excellent adventures. Deep down I think I know why I’m itching to get this whole move over with, and my reasons are purely financially anxious. Our grand plans will come together eventually; I just want them to happen NOW instead of having to wait another few weeks.

So, what’s new by you?