Mid-Life Crisis

While I understand my Aunt's motivations to leave me her house, I cannot help but feeling like it is another "responsibility" that is slowly and systematically killing my soul. All I want to do is remain in my safe zone; a life that can be packed up and moved to the other side of the world with a week's notice. Now, there is a mortgage, repairs, maintenance, and a myriad of other bullshit things. It has been over a year since my last post and I feel like I haven't moved at all since then. I go to my job, come home to my house, work on the NEVERENDING to do list, rinse, repeat. No growth or new experience. How do you make every cell in your body stop screaming to drop it and just run free? How do you convince yourself that this life doesn't equal death?

Something has got to change. I don't want to to turn into a shell person, filled only with regret.