I start my new job on March 6th. I'll be at a pretty stellar company in downtown Nashville, but I'm anxious to start. The last six years were spent at one company and it's all I've known. So going somewhere new is kinda scary.

This whole moving thing has been a bit scary. I don't know exactly why, other than I think I have a difficult time relaxing. I know I need to break some habits because things overwhelm me more than they have in the past. When I find the time to relax, I feel guilty and am constantly thinking I should be doing more. That I'm not doing enough. That I'm not enough. & That's an icky way to think about yourself. 

Instead, I should just be excited. Don't get me wrong, I am excited. But I'm also incredibly freaked out. Moving costs a lot of money. There was getting my car in stellar shape to make the drive across the country. There was the lengthy 5-day road trip that I treated to myself and my mom. There's finding an apartment and application fees and rent. There's buying stuff for the new place because all my stuff is still packed in Arizona. (Which I'm not too thrilled about because I finally have my own place and I don't have my stuff with me. & I don't see spending $1500 - $2000 right now to move it back here. Thankfully my mom has more than enough stuff I can borrow.)

In any case, I did find a place to live. I chose an apartment complex in Franklin. It's about 25 minutes from work, but I'm more than happy to commute since it means being in my dream city and the place I've ultimately wanted to live. The apartment is a one-bedroom with wood floors and a fireplace. & It's super close to everything. There's a Starbucks across the street, a mall down the road, a Target within a 3-minute drive, a Sprouts nearby, and downtown Franklin a short 10 minutes away. I'm stoked. 

Plus, now I can go to a bunch of neat stuff that I've wanted to attend. Like The Country Living Fair in April, The World's Longest Yard Sale in August, and Pilgrimage Music & Cultural Festival in the Fall. & Maybe check out quirky Southern events like Mule Day, which I recently learned about and my mom can remember attending with her dad when she was a little girl.

This year I'll also be hunting for a permanent home. My ideal place is a small white house with character and a little bit of land. But we'll see. That's all future stuff.

Anyway, I can't really believe all this is actually happening. That I made up my mind to quit my job. That I haven't really been unemployed because I've been doing contract and freelance work ever since I left. That I moved to Tennessee. That I got a job in Nashville. & That I'll be living in my dream city. Now if I can stop being anxious all the time, take deep breaths, and just enjoy what's happening. Wish me luck.