Ok. So this is most definitely the last you will hear from me while I'm still on the West Coast.

But I just had to take a moment to write because.... I'm scared. Leaving my house and all of my worldly posessions is a lot scarier than I thought it would be. I have a little life here with a cute little house and all kinds of nice things that we have accumulated over the years. Gosh, I never thought of myself as very materialistic, but it's really hard to leave all of these things behind and just *pray* that I come back and everything is still in one piece exactly where I left it.

I know I'm taking everything that's most important with me.
I know that this arrangement, for my peace of mind, is certainly the lesser of 2 evils. But it's still pretty scary. In fact, I'm pretty freaked.

I'm sure all I need to stop worrying about this house is a good couple of hundred miles of distance between it and me. Then I will be able to put it out of my mind and focus just on the future.