Why is it that no one tells you that when you have to finish an old job, start a new job, find a new place to live, move, and survive in general in the short time span of a week, that it plays with your already fragile mental state? This is something that should be well known, often talked about, and well publicised! There should be support groups for people in situations like this, groups like AA, or Le Leche League. I could use a support group right now. I made it through emotional break down #1 last night. I actually found a place, it is in a really nice part of town, the apartment is huge, and the landlords seem genuinely nice. But it was $650, with everything included, and she was adament that NO pets were allowed. I love the place, and left the city imagining what I was going to do with it. E was nice enough to agree take On-On de Bonne Bonne with her to Sydney. And I was ok with that, I knew that she would be happy, and safe. I was OK with everything, and feeling like things were finally coming together, I would miss my little kitty, but it would be alright. We got back into Antigonish, and E and I decided just to watch a movie instead of going out. And as I sat there my mind was on everything but the movie...I was thinking about money and how I am not going to have any because it is all going towards rent, and in a couple of months student loans. I was thinking about how horrible it was going to be to have to take my cat into town tomorrow and give her to my best friend. I was thinking how hard it is going to be to move with my dad in Calgary, and not having that extra help and support from him. I was thinking of how much I HATE asking for help, and how much help I am going to be asking for in the next while. And then all of a sudden I just couldn't stop crying. There just seems to be so much to worry about, so much to do, and just not enough time or sanity to accomplish it. I know that this move is going to be one of the best things to happen to me, and I am going to do it. But getting there is undeniably scary. I don't want to move, I don't want to have to start a new job, I don't want to chose between internet and a gym pass, or any other decision running from the big picture ones, to the tiny "don't really matter" ones. At this point, I just want things to stay as they are. They are a whole lot less scary that way. So that being said, I don't think that I am going to take the last apartment. While it was big and in a good location, this move is going to be hard enough without leaving the one thing behind that makes me the most happy. It is silly, and irrational...but I need it. And I am taking it. Now it is back to the city, and back to pounding the pavement in search of a place to live...I just have to keep my head up, and realize that it will all work out. It is all going to work out.