I should be happy but I'm not. I got a new job (still waiting for an offer letter but still). I should have the bulk of the mortgage paperwork taken care of by the end of the week (save the actual closing part). Maybe I am jaded, I just expected my mortgage to be approved, and it was. I have good enough credit there was little doubt of that. But it didn't fill me with joy, that people are willing to saddle me with debt for the next 3 decades. I am going to go house hunting, that sounds vaguely like fun in a sort of high stress, choose a poison sort of way. There are so many wrong choices that can get made, how can this be fun for anyone. Not to mention all the work involved. I never appreciated how much work moving was for my mom until now, getting the house all cleaned up, keeping it that way with us kids around, how did she do it? Oh..and the basement is still a pit, hmm well all basements are pits, covered pits with mostly vertical walls but pits, none the less. However I mean that my basment is way to messy to be anything civilized. Oh yeah and tons of laundry. I just wish it were all over. I should be happy, I am getting what I want right, to move to where my friends are, a job doing what I like, why am I not happy? Why can't I even muster up the gumption to be interested in the current office intrigue?