I think I may be in denial about my move. I want to move, but I don’t want to move. I miss my life here already and I haven’t left yet. I miss my boyfriend. I miss my job. I miss my family.
I feel like everything will be fine when I get to Oregon. Am I just fooling myself?
Change scares me. I’m taking a big leap of faith that everything will turn out fine, but in reality, I’m going far away with no job waiting for me. I’m confident that I’ll find something soon, but what if I don’t?
Crap! I’m leaving tomorrow morning. Kinda late to change my mind…and I’m not sure I want to. Once I go, there’s no turning back. I can’t afford another move.
I wish I knew what to do…