I'm moving this week (finally) at least temporarily. I've been so depressed since July knowing this was going to happen. I'm leaving the home I grew up from 11 to 23 in and a few weeks ago I lost the home I grew up from birth to 11 (long story, lol). It's like...I'm sad to lose it but it also contains bad memories. Idk how to describe it. I think it's called complicated grief? Some of my worst memories are here and some of my best ones are, too. I feel like I can't talk to people about it as like a normal loss because some of me is relieved. Some of me is happy to see it gone. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to say here, but I think maybe having this space to talk about it is good.