Seriously? You say this to a wrong number?
Mondays seem to be freak out about moving 18 hours away.
Maybe it’s because the beginning of the week? Spent a good part of the day dealing with with voices in my head telling me you’ll fail down there if you go……the other saying shut up you’ll rock it down there.
So I’m freaking out.
I assume these will happen until I move and am settled in.
What if they don’t get my weird sense of humor?
What if I can’t make friends down there?
What if I fail?
What if my dad is right and I have to come home because I failed?
Trying to breathe.
I had someone who didn’t like my answer to their question tell me I must have been a mistake. Not I have been mistaken….they called me a mistake.
I grew up hearing that crap from my dad…..and that wasn’t even the worst of what he had told me.
Good mood instantly shot.
I think I want to try something different with my hair color.
It’s always been a reddish brown color.
Length has to stay. Color has to go.
Not lighter. I can’t do blonde.
This whole moving thing is freaking me out.
Not that I’ll fail but the fact I’m moving from NW Ohio to Florida.
Holy crap. Florida.
16 hours away from friends and family.
Wow. I can go to the beach every day.
I get to be a part of a church plant. I get to help people get closer to God.
ourlittlebohemianlife Internet and cell phones! We shall keep in touch.
I get to be part of something so awesome.