I know I probably sound like a broken record, but today while we were driving around looking at houses, I can't help but continually become more depressed. It seems like all the houses that we want end up selling really fast, while no one is even looking at ours. It's almost Thanksgiving, and that means Christmas is just around the corner. I had it set in my mind that we would be in our new house by the holidays. I really wanted to wake up at our own house and open presents together. Somehow this signified our new start in a new place together. Lately I'm unsure if that will happen. What if I'm still living at my parent's house and that means we can only spend a few days together at Christmas because I'll have to go back to work the next day and hubby can only be in their cat-house for a few hours at a time, so he'll probably go back to Carbondale without me.