Living with the parents...Again.

So my cute 1940s, full of charm and character house will be up for sale within a couple of weeks. It's bittersweet. I love my house. I love the hardwood floors. I love the fantastic woodwork. I love the crystal doorknobs with the skeleton keys. I love the cute little laundry chute. I love watching storms from my covered patio. It's the living alone part that I don't love. My fiance and I broke it off in February 2007, and I've been living there alone since, but started spending more and more nights at my parents' house. It just doesn't make sense to keep paying a house payment for a home I only visit to pick up my mail. This decision makes the most sense, but I will still miss my first "adult" home. Sigh.