Well it's been a topic of conversation in our house for the last year and it's finally more than conversation and what ifs. It's real. Garren and I are moving back to the Bay Area the first weekend of January. And I'm FREAKING out.

We were planning on early February to give us some time after the holidays. Some breathing room. Then our roommate let us know that she was moving home in early January so then the decision became do we get another roommate and put off the move or do we bite the big one and just move up the date.

Well we moved up the date. I gave our notice to the landlord this past weekend and I'm giving notice to work on Friday. OMG! I'm sure your questions are, "Do they have jobs? A place to live? Any plan what so ever?". My answers are no, kinda and not really.

We've been applying, but everyone is looking for someone to start ASAP that I think they can't be bothered with people relocating from Santa Barbara. I'm hoping we'll have more luck once we're in the area. Mom has been great enough to offer up her 2nd bedroom to me and Garren and the two cats until we get settled with a job and can look for a place. Bay Area commute here I come!

So really the plan at this point is to 1. give notice at work 2. start packing 3. have a nice xmas and new years in SB 3. move the 1st weekend of January 4. find job or temp work until I can find a job and 5. find a decent place to live.

So on top of all the logistical aspects of moving there is the worry of what if I can't find a job? What if we can't find an affordable place near any job I can find? What if I still don't like living in the Bay Area? What if I don't like what I'm doing? What if I'm just miserable.

But then there is also mom, ady, erik, kristen, michele and other people I left when I moved that I will be happy to be close to again. I mean the though alone of being able to see dumb movies with michele so that I have someone else to giggle with is so great! Also to be able to go to dinner with friends who for the past 4.5 years I've only seen 2 times a year is also wonderful.

I mean this could all be good and great and the best thing ever, but until the cats, Garren and I are settled, I'm going to continue to freak out.