Holy goddamn crap, it's here. ATM and I getting married piece-of-paper-wise next May, but he's moving here - into my house - officially in two weeks, and he'll be down this weekend to bring stuff. I am...happy, and this is what I've wanted for years, but holy damn it's a little bit scary up in this grill. I can't just belt Demi Lovato and the Nashville soundtrack with wild abandon anymore; I have to not be messy. I have to board my dog while his cat gets "acclimated."
The bottom line is I'm really scared. Things are happening - I got that new job, which is a total yay, but I will have to learn a whole new section of the law. Yes, I'm excited, yes, I'm grateful, just as with my fiancé coming here. I just can't believe moving (or, rather, someone moving in) and changing jobs is happening at THE EXACT SAME TIME.
And my lovely, beautiful, not-at-all ready (did not know she was going to instantly get pregnant after her wedding at 36) sister is having a baby ON WEDNESDAY. I can't be there for her until a few weeks from now. To make matters worse, I can't go on Facebook and see things (although I'm sure my fiancé will screenshot for me) because Facebook gives me anxiety attacks.