My husband and I are moving tomorrow. Tomorrow. Moving. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, we are moving. I can’t wrap my mind around it. It doesn’t feel real. It feels like the night before I got married. It feels like a dream.
But it’s not. Because tomorrow when I wake up and look at our apartment fully packed away in boxes, and it will be real. And later, tomorrow night, I’ll be in my new home. New home. My. New. Home. Wow.
I’m exhausted. I wrote about how exhausted I am yesterday. I can barely write. I can barely keep my eyes open. Yet, I got tons of sleep last night. And then night before. And the night before. I just feel exhausted in every way possible. I don’t even know what I’m really writing about right now. I guess that fact that I’m both terrified and excited at the same time.
I’m terrified because this is a huge step for my husband and I. New jobs. New city. New church. (Almost) done school. Living an hour away from all my friends. Wow.
But I’m so excited because this is a huge step for my husband and I! New jobs and living in a new city and going to a new church and finishing my undergrad – those are all EXCITING things too! Plus, finally having a house to call our own – with JUST us living in it…I mean, unless you’ve been married and lived with an additional family member, you probably don’t know the pain.
But we are so thankful to finally have true autonomy as a married couple.
So tomorrow will be stressful. I guarantee I will have at least one panic attack.
But it’s also going to be exciting. I’m going to try my hardest to soak in the excitement rather than the fear.