It doesn't feel like this rental is home, at least not yet. The condo was too small, but it felt like home. I'm having a hard time mainly because because I'm renting, but also because I am so frustrated knowing that now that I've sold the condo, I could buy a house that I truly love. It's ridiculous, I know.
I just keep telling myself that I'm renting for a reason; I don't know where I'll get a job after I graduate. Besides, I've only been here since June. While I want to have everything perfect right now, that's just not going to happen.
I need to get myself to stop wishing for the home that I just can't have right now, and work on making this house into a place that feels like home. We're going to be here a while, so what's really silly is letting myself get so caught up in home envy that I don't do anything to make it better. And let it bother me so much I waste time writing a blog post about it instead of actually working on the projects I'm in the middle of right now.
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