Move in two months.
Get an apartment. Find a job. Pack up an entire life into boxes. Drive two days to reach a city you’ve spent no more than four hours in. Unpack your life into an apartment that will be much too small. Get a job. Pay the rent. Help Taylor with college. Be proud of him when he graduates. Pray to whatever God that he gets a job soon.
I am so scared. I haven’t done anything yet and I have two months. I seriously can’t take the stress anymore and I don’t know how I’m going to deal with it. I wish I had lots of money. I wish I had some way to just get what I need. I wish all those good things I did in life would finally come back to me.
I feel like this is going to turn into a Livejournal of sorts. I just feel so nervous.