Am I the only person out there who loves to move, but gets depressed right afterwards? My husband and I just bought our very own house and we absolutely love it here. It's his parents old house so he grew up here and really wanted to buy it and keep it in the family. Well, we pack all our shit, haul it over here, quickly unpack so we can be ready to have Christmas here, and now that we are ready I find myself a little sad. It's just damn strange. I love this house, I love living here, I can't WAIT to have Christmas here, but I'm all kinds of mopey.
Wassup with that?!?!?!
