fear

Maybe I lied when I said that I had nothing new to add. Or maybe I just didn't want to post it. Or maybe I've finally accepted the inevitable. I'm moving. By myself. To a great company but it's 246 miles away from my husband and two girls (cats). And they're not coming. It's supposed to be this really great opportunity blah blah blah... Why does it sometimes feel like it's taking my heart out of my body and cutting it into tiny little squares while I'm bleeding and watching on? I'm leaving work where I have met some of the most wonderful people EVER, and I'm going off into the Great Unknown. They may hate me. I may hate them. My life may suck unconditionally. But hey! I did it for my career. Vive la career.
Tomorrow is the last day of the best of my life - so far.
What have I done?