Panic sets in!

Well, plans are moving along to move. Scott gave notice today, quit his job, 4 weeks time. I will also be finishing up then too, although I have not embarked on the finality that is resigning. Don't get me wrong, everyone knows I am leaving here, including my boss, who was so quick to tell me that I had told everyone except for him, jackass.

Anyway, I am not entirely sure how I feel about this now. The costs of the move are mounting up and I am getting stressed about it. We have to borrow the cash from Scott's folks to move there, after the wedding we are just so broke. This doesn't sit quite right with me and yet I know that it's the only way we can get ahead the way that we need to.

It's true, I will welcome the change but I am going into unknown territory, isn't it right I should feel a little apprehensive?
It's fine for Scott, he's going home. For me- daunting, Living with your husband's parents at a time when we should be living in our own house. We've had ample opportunity to buy a house, espcially in today's consumer world, where you don't even need a deposit to get a home. But I really want to travel. I want to see the world before I settle down for the mortgage, white picket fence and 2.3 kids. I guess my fear is that we will be no better off.
I am also afraid of the unknown. I have only ever been to Brisbane 3 times. I know it's a nice place, I just wonder if we will become stuck in a rutt there too.
Anyway, must remember to remain positive. No sense in stressing about things that could be.
*sigh* It's going to all be fine.

Isn't it?

The End?

Well, it seems a little pointless continuing my blog now, although I don't know if the journey is completely over just yet.
I still have alot of weight to loose from my horrible bloating little pills and I am about to embark on a massive transformation within my life in more ways that one.
I'm just not sure what to write anymore. Perhaps I should start a new blog?

Freedom

Hallelujah!!! It's happened. I am now Aropax Free, entirely. It's been roughly 10 days since I last had any of the drug. I survived an awesome weekend, no withdrawals to speak of and no panic attacks. So ladies and gentleman, from this I have concluded that I am free. I have achieved the treasure at the end of the tunnel and passed through the nightmare.

For anyone else reading this take heart and be brave. You can do it. This whole blog is an entire testamont to the fact that it can be done.

I can tell it's out of my system now... am actually starting to loose weight!

Have also made a huge decision. Scott and I are moving to Brisbane (from Canberra) in only 6 weeks. It's going to be awesome and I think now that I have a new life of sorts I want to be able to start afresh, need something to shake it up a bit. I told my boss today (not officially giving notice, just the heads up) and it was AWESOME!
I seriously reccommend everyone quit their jobs. Total chaos, could be fun? ;)