for the past few days, i've been excited about moving, but that excitement has been overshadowed by the typical victoria "what ifs". what if i don't find a place? what if i don't meet people i'll get along with? what if i flounder in a new city? what if i fail? yadda yadda yadda. i've been in tears a great deal of the time because of that fear--spending all of my time walking around with my stomach in knots as i freak out that i'm not going to have anything work out.

so i'm at work this afternoon, pouring a soda, when this odd feeling of calm comes over me. because i suddenly realize that i am going to find a kickass roommate or roommates. i'm going to find a great place. perhaps it won't be ready for me to move into as soon as i get to the city, but that's ok, because i have a place to stay. but i'm going to find something wonderful and i am going to have an amazing time.

i've been telling myself that for days, but only today did i finally realize that i believe it. and it's going to be great because i feel great and i'm excited. finally.

my parents and i are traveling down to the area monday after work and spending tuesday going around to the different places i've contacted. perhaps i'll find something wonderful. perhaps i'll figure out what questions to ask for when i do the great search on my own. either way, i'm happy we're going. and i'm happy i'm moving. and i'm excited!!!