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After nearly two years, it is just now hitting me that the house I grew up in is up for sale. We recently put it back on the market and have pseudo-listed with an agent (meaning we retain the right to sell it by owner if an offer is made). So far we have gotten lots of interest in the house and each day this week we have had an agent with clients at the house. Two seperate clients are in the process of being approved for a loan and one other client is already approved and wants our house. I am happy that the house might finally sell, but at the same time I am sad that I will be moving away from my childhood home.

If all goes well and I move, I will be away from my online friends/communities for, at most, a month. I am not sure whether or not I can actually handle that as my online life has seemed to become my life. However, maybe the time away from the graphics sites and rpg's will be good. We shall see when the time comes.

I have to wake up early tomorrow morning. An agent is coming by at eleven in the morning. I had so hoped that I would be able to sleep in, but apparently not. Game plan for tomorrow: wake up, clean the bathrooms, dust the living room, vaccum rooms, then internet time to put up challenges/polls. If I am lucky I might even be able to post Carson in eight places so I can advance her.

I am feeling very ambitious.
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I don't think I've ever really understood the meaning for blogging. I've always had problems expressing my feelings, whether it be spoken or through words, but yet I still do it. I guess I like to punish myself because I know that once I start something I need to carry on with it. So, I'm a glutton for punishment? Eh.

Over the past few months I've been trying to get my life back into order. It's a tough process and when I think I'm doing great, I end up failing and realizing that it's all a downhill battle. I've been suffering from depression for a year now, though at times it seems like an eternity. I can't remember the last time I was truly happy with anything. Writing and making graphics no longer seem to matter to me, I've become the world's biggest procrastinator, and I seem to be drawn into drama that I neither want nor have truly been any part of. I think if I were to escape all the meaningless drama crap then I'd be fine. Who knew online life could be filled with more drama than my actual life?


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