Excavated emotional crap

You know, it always interests me when I find a steaming heap of emotional crap that I simply didn't know I had.

I apparently have committment issues.

Recently Bronnie brought up the idea of my moving in with them sooner rather than later. As in in the next few months rather than a few years from now.

My first response, within my own head was "CRAP CRAP CRAP! I won't have any where to run if things go south!"

Yeah.

So, I'm working on this. This is a move that makes so much sense, on every practical and emotional level, except for my own twitchy bit. I've told Nick & Bronnie about it (Jan's at her Mom's this week, in Al.). They were awesome, and very supportive. And not pressuring in the least. Told me to make sure I really wanted this, no matter how practical it seems.

I do. Really. To the point where I can see my stuff in the room, and have a happy bubbly feeling when I think about it. The good outweighs the panic, and so far I'm facing the bad head on. There isn't much. I'm already in this tribe up to my eyeballs, what's a change of address? And Bitty would be with me more, which we both need.

So we're in the discussion stages of moving up the timeline. Scary, but cool. :)