Decisions

Today has been a big day for me, as you may or may not be aware, a couple months ago I decided to move to Geraldton(though I haven't told my employers or the majority of my friends yet!) to be closer to my family and basically just get a new perspective on life. I thought I would be doing this around Christmas this year but today, after a total cuntface of a day(I'll explain that another time) I decided to move up my schedule. I'll be leaving the fair city of Perth on September 7th, nearly 3 months ahead of when I originally planned, this basically means that sometime in the next 2 weeks I have to tell my employers(who I really like), my co-workers(who I love working with) and my friends(who I'll miss so much that as I write this I can feel my eyes welling up and my face starting to flush and prickle) that I am moving to a town more than 400km's away, where I have no friends and a job that I'm fairly certain I am not only going to hate but will probably stress me to death. Why am I doing this again?

Oh yes, that's right, family and broadening my horizons.

Is this a big mistake?

Anyway that's the first hurdle to jump, I also have to pack up my entire life from the 4x2 brick home with a pool that I live in aaaaall by myself and somehow squeeze it into a tiiiiny 3x1 fibro home that you can't fart in without the neighbours not only being able to hear it, but smell it too. Did I also mention that I have to do this by myself? And that I HATE packing? Oh My God. I think this may be a much bigger task than I first realised.