I am not sure if it is fear, foreboding, laziness, or homesickness setting in, but I am starting to become rather scared at the idea of moving cross country. I've done some research and it is possible we really could do it. But at the same time, I'd miss my family and what if I really hated being there? Thank goodness we're not making a fast decision. We won't go anywhere unless we are positive that it is the right place for us.
But how could I be so excited one moment and then so cautious the next? It's strange.
Could I really give up on my dreams so quickly when they are finally able to come true?
Or is it cold feet?
Ms.B
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