I decided abruptly that I needed to get out of the house. Seriously needed to--it was getting very very dark and a little crazy. So I decided, now that I have a contract on the house, it's time to start looking for somewhere else to live, so I'll go spend a few days in Charlottesville, and take it easy, get some air and light (metaphorically speaking), and make it a sort of a getaway. 

And I was right--it is that house, to a significant degree. As soon as I got out of it and down the road a ways, I started feeling better. And now, here in my hotel in Charlottesville, I feel much better, and very different about everything. Maybe it's just the oppressive loneliness I've been in there since I moved in. Maybe I was just going stir-crazy. Maybe it's just the change of scenery. Maybe it's the ghost of girlfriend past that haunts me there. But whatever it is, it is massively different at home than it is when I get out. To the point that I'm thinking maybe I need to have the place blessed or burn some sage or something before I move out, so I don't leave the new family with all that darkness.