We have an apartment.

The past few weeks have been busy. Sort of. I’ve been freaking out because I don’t have a job up here, and I don’t have a job down there… I’m looking for jobs down there and applying. I have a solid date for when I’m moving—August 8.

I guess I’ll no longer be a small town girl. I’ll be more of a suburban girl. Although I guess we can still count Elkton as a small town.

It’s not Lebanon though.

It’s bittersweet, really. I’ve wanted to move out for awhile, but I didn’t expect to move two hours away and out of this state. I’m hopeful that eventually Dan can find a career up here so I can be closer to my family. I’m going to miss them so much. It’s nice to be able to drop in on my grandmother because she’s been a huge part of my life since I was little. My cousins randomly ask me to house sit or dog sit or babysit. As weird as some people think it is, my Mom is one of my best friends.

While I’m excited to live with Dan, I’m also worried about finances and the eventual resentment that may build up if I don’t find a job. I’m concerned about living in another state, even if it’s only for a year, because I’m attached to PA. I have a lot of 717 pride. I’m getting nervous, I guess.

It’s probably to be expected.