Home isn't home anymore

I got back home yesterday from the spring break road trip with my son and the minute I got in the door I had a knot in my stomach.  Our house is a place now that we temporarily reside.  The people I love are here but the house itself has become a source of stress.  The short sale negiotiation is still going on and we don't know how long it will take so in the mean time we keep packing.  I feel like I'm camping, many of the things that made home home already in boxes in our storage unit.  It will be a relief when this is over and we move on------whatever that will look like.