A Pit of Despair

I have fallen into a deep pit of despair and self-pity. Our house has gone into short sale, and it's looking like we won't settle until October/November. That means we'll probably be spending *B*'s birthday and our anniversary still living with his parents. Talk about uninspired and unromantic. I can't get excited for the renaissance festival because we'll still be here then. I think about how much I took my apartment for granted, and now I'm wishing I wasn't so hasty to get out. I want to hurry up and get on with my life rather than being stuck in this rut all the time. I need to get OUT!!!