I flew over to the the city that I’m moving to for my job and spent the last day driving trying to pick out a place to live, juggling making appointments with apartment tours and navigating unfamiliar streets and traffic in the very brief window that I have before my job starts, while trying not to be totally consumed by worries about my new job specifically and my ability to live the kind of life that I want in general. I still don’t have a place confirmed, so I have to get up tomorrow and do it again. I have so much to do and my anxiety is fighting me tooth and nail every single step of the way.
This is really, really hard.







