Heh. I'm with you two. After moving every few years as a child because dad didn't get tenure and had to find a new teaching position and then 14 years in the Navy, it just doesn't feel right to not move every few years. And move in the sense of pack it all up and move 3000 miles away. Not just a new apartment, or from an apartment to a condo. I've been back in Madison for 8 years now and I feel like I'm already dead and buried. My dad loaned me the downpayment for the condo and I knew it for what it was. A tether and a trap, but I took it anyway, because the temptation to own something finally became too great. If my mother was still alive, I wouldn't mind so much. There was a sympatico between us that kept me grounded. But now, the chains of obligation are wrapping tighter and tighter around me and I'm feeling choked and stifled. And I've only owned the damn condo four months! Ack.
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Date: 2004-02-20 04:32 am (UTC)