These last few days I've been feeling a bit nauseous. I thought it was the new climate, until the other night when I dreamt that I accidently drove boyfriend's parents car off a bridge and we had to jump out of it mid-air, Fast & the Furious style. Alrighty then, I'm guessing its anxiety.
A lot of things in my near future are unknown right now, and although part of me loves the adrenaline rush behind the new changes, another part of me is freaking out and wanting some security and structure.
Where will we be living?
When will I find a job? Where will I be working?
What if I hate it here in 6 months?
What if I have to sell coconuts on the street?
I always say everything happens for a reason, but its hard to take your own advice. Snap out of it, Tia, and get back to job hunting.