Day One

Alright. Day one of my move. I am now in my bedroom (which is much larger than my previous two bedrooms, so that's nice) tucked away in Red Deer. And scared shitless. I'm sick, so I therefore have no energy to be excited, so all I can do is be scared. I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know anyone in this town. I don't know how to get to the college from here, and in my current state, thinking about the travel  makes me exhausted. BUT. I'm here. I think this is where I'm supposed to be, so as long as I stay here, physically, my mind can do all the jumping around and freaking out it so desires. For the next two days. Then it's time to get my rear and gear and figure my shtuff out. Gotta organize my room. Gotta travel to the college by bike, legs, and bus. Gotta time it out. Figure out how to get to the walmart and sobeys. And pray to God that my loan comes in on time. Because if it doesn't......

No. Not thinking about it. I am going to go to sleep, five hours earlier than I have been for the past week, and try not to think about it. Maybe I'll play some Chameleon Circuit. They calm me down. As much as they can.

Okay. Bedtime. Will post more and probably pictures when I have the energy. And am not sick. I got tonsillitis a couple months ago, and now whenever I get a sore throat I'm terrified that it's the same thing again. Which can never happen, ever again. Worst two weeks of my existence. :S