I know that sounds way over-dramatic, and terribly cliche. But it is true.
Now, don't get me wrong. I also know this is probably one of the best things to happen for me... it is quite neccessary. This move is a great step in a mighty direction. I know this. And I am excited about it, making plans for it, and looking forward to relishing it.
I walked the neighborhood today, and I'm in love with it more and more. The view when you step outside my building is amazing. I go upstairs one flight onto a roof deck with an incredible view of the Hudson River. Beautiful. The whole thing is just utter perfection.
But, until Wednesday, when all my stuff is actually inside the door of my new apartment, and I am resting on my bed in my new home, I will be scared shitless. Really.