Nothing like moving to cause me to stress the fuck out! Criminy. Although a large portion has been self-inflicted. Since last posting, Nathan and I started dating. I initially thought that it'd be a last, temporary fling before I left Georgia. Then I started getting legitimate feelings, and tried to push him away by coooonstantly mentioning the move. After all, what fool would stay with someone who was leaving?
That fool. My favorite fool. Because he decided to come with me. So we started planning this undertaking together... and I started working every day, doubles, for the past few weeks. I have never been so tired. But now, the move is a scant week away. I am on the verge of freaking the fuck out. Don't get me wrong, I am 100% committed to the move, and totally ok with the insanity that is moving with a boyfriend. But I don't feel like I am financially ready, nor emotionally ready to leave my dog Clooney behind. Everything will work out, I know that, but old insecurities have a habit of coming back when you least want them to. So keep your fingers crossed for me. I need it right now!
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