Here's the thing:
I dropped Scott off on a red eye to NYC last night.
(He is going a week ahead of us to find/sign on an apartment for our family)
It was kind of a fake out "I'm moving to New York" moment for me.
I know I will love New York City and all it has to offer.
I love going new places and living new ways.
I am excited to be surrounded by people who are following their dreams-- whether Columbia students, actors, working professionals, street musicians, or food truck vendors. It will be amazing to be around people who are doing what they love.
But while still anticipating this giant change, I'm feeling a bit of angst.
Okay a lot of angst.
I don't really know what I'm afraid of.
Carrying my laundry 2 blocks is not that big a deal.
So I'll fold up my stroller and carry T down the stairs onto the subway.
Like I said, I don't really know what I am SO worried about.
But in the meantime, I've made some rules to live by:
1. No complaining.
2. No worst-case scenario thinking.
3. No crying.
4. Invite new friends over.
5. Make my home a comfortable space.
6. Eat dinner with my family every night.
My back up plan should these fail is to watch While You Were Sleeping on repeat while I sew a quilt.
There are 2 reasons I wrote this post:
1) So that in a month when my "I LOVE NYC" post comes up, we can all get a good laugh at my unreasonable timidness.
2) So that you will write nice, encouraging comments that will help me feel positive and excited about this new adventure.
We decided yesterday that I should come to California this week. So now here I am, typing away, wondering how my world will flip upside down in 1 week and planning my coping mechanisms.