So, it's all over with.

I closed on the house yesterday morning. I'm now the owner of a 2 bedroom townhouse in Seton Hill. Moving day is supposed to be next week, though I have a feeling that it'll be spread out over the course of a few weeks, simply because I won't have a lot of time - I still have to work throughout all of this. I really wish that I could take a few days off, but I can't afford the time, unfortunately.

I still feel nothing. That really, really bothers me. People tell me that it hasn't sunken in yet, and maybe it hasn't. I don't know. I didn't feel this apathetic the first time I bought a house, when I was married, but I had a lot more hope back then, too.

Anyhow, it's done. I have a couple of weeks to pull it together before I'm back in school again. At least I'm keeping somewhat busy and don't have time to think about how truly empty my life feels. That's something, anyway.

I wish I could feel better about all of this.