In less than 48 hours I am going to be Miami's newest resident. AGAIN.
I'm trying not to think about it too much but since there are so many things tied into a move, obviously I have to. And when I do, even though I am certain that this is something that needs to be done and that I actually want to do, I get nervous and as a result I start feeling nauseaus and dizzy and my head hurts and I start to sneeze. Not a pretty sight at all.
I obsess about things like not liking my job, or the people at my job, not finding the perfect place to live, buying a car with crappy gas mileage, all the humidity, the Cubans, my shortage of friends in the area, not having a gym membership, remaining smoke-free, not losing the 6 pounds I've gained, HWMNBN screwing me over, HWMNBN not screwing me over, the inability to find my way by just looking for the nearest body of water, $15 drinks, nobody to go have drinks with, too much Starbucks, too much gluten...it doesn't end...it's like my brain goes into overdrive and then I can't even think straight. It's like all the redbulls I had the night of Adrian's birthday are still in my system but the exhilaration (or acceleration) only comes when I think of Miami.
...because this is yet another thing I said I'd never do...