Moving: The Mental Process

Even though it still feels like things are falling apart, or at least crumbling at the edges I'm starting to feel really good about my decision to move. I need out, and I'm getting out.
Yes I'm still worried that things may be worse. Yeah I'm worried that this is a huge mistake. Yeah I feel bad about borrowing money from my parents for this. But honestly, if I don't leave now I will eventually. And if I do it later it probably won't end well.
Now we all know I'm leaving, and while it's not on the best terms it's on better terms than could be reasonably expected. On my part at least. Yeah I'll probably miss the house. It's a nice place. But it's not worth my remaining shreds of sanity.