Since I told the roomies at the current/old place that I was moving out I've almost felt an expunging of myself from the house. I guess somewhere inside I've always felt more integral the the house... and knowing full well that I've already been replaced and that I can't come back is... disconcerting. I've never felt this feeling before... even when I moved out from my parent's house, I wasn't surprised when my bedroom was no longer mine. I honestly didn't care that much, especially since I didn't want to go back. I think though that this house has been the first time in my life I've TRULY felt "at home", like I'd found my place.
But, *bucks up* I've created my situation, and there are just as interesting times to be had going forward... and maybe if life and luck decide I'm to move back I will. Who's to say? :)
If I could only get a key and just start this transition... :P