Well if you want to get a full detail of what's been going on, I suggest you check my other journal, the address is: http://www.digitalexpressions.nu/viewdiary.php?DID=14388 you'll see I don't really write in that one much either. It's just me, I go through these spurts where I feel like writing or I don't.

So I'm moving down to Georgia *crosses fingers* in a month, Robert's gonna come up on the 10th to keep me company while I drive down...basically to talk to me and make sure I don't fall asleep at the wheel and I don't freak out if I feel like I'm lost...which I've been known to do, heh. I can't believe 3 years have gone by...actually almost 3 1/2, and it took about an hour for the moving guys to get all my stuff out -_-; heh, all my clothes pretty much fit into my suitcase...guess I really am not a typical female, cause I'm not a clothes shopper. :P oh well.

I still have a hard time believing that it's been 3 years though, it feels like I just moved in there. So much has happened too since I moved, more than I care to list here, would take up too much space. It's weird living there now though, cause it's so empty there's an echo and the airconditioner makes it a lot colder than it used to, but I suppose that's to be expected with nothing there to absorb the noise or the coldness.

After the movers left, I just sort of sat there on the floor in a state of shock, I just can't believe I'm doing this, it's so not me. I'm a creature of habit, I don't like change, I like sticking to one place. Once I make a home, I want to settle down and stay there...I lived in the same place for the first 18 years of my life, so I'm obviously not used to the whole moving thing. Hopefully having Robert there will make the transition a little easier *crosses fingers again*. Plus he's moved around quite a bit, so maybe he can help me deal with the shock of it all. It actually feels like I'm in mourning...like a part of me has died...which if you think about it is pretty much what's happening, since this phase of my life is ending and I'm moving on to newer and (hopefully) better things.

I just hope I don't regret this in the long run...then again I'd rather regret moving than not. I'd rather have the desire to go back then the nagging question of what if hanging over my head. I guess I'm kinda scared now that I think about it. I've never actually lived with anyone, family doesn't count, you're not in the same room and living space with them...and for the past few years I've been alone and I never really had a roommate...I don't really count what happened in Miami. So I'm a bit scared, I keep thinking of all the horrible things that could happen and it's scaring me to the point of running away from all this and seeking the comfort of my family and staying there. And I really don't want that, I want to move and be with Robert, I suppose it's just all the newness of this that is getting to me. Plus it feels weird, I know we've known eachother for over 8 months, but in real life we've only been with each other for about 3 1/2 weeks and it felt more like a vacation than anything else, so it doesn't really feel like it's happening...I don't know, it's kinda hard to explain. I have no idea how my brother and sis-in-law did this.

Well I guess I'll just have to take a leap of faith and hope I land in one piece without much damage. Cause I do love him and I know he loves me...which I guess is all that really matters.