Reality sinking in.

If you know me personally, you know how excited I've been to move to Virginia. I've been counting down the days like a kid waiting for summer vacation. Getting out of Texas and experiencing a new life is something I've dreamed of doing for years, but I realized that it's finally starting to don on me what I'm doing. I was at my apartment and sorting through stuff, getting ready for my yard sale when it hit me. I'm actually going through with this. I'm literally selling nearly everything I own. As I'm putting price labels on whatever I find, I get a little sad. Not that I think I'm making a bad decision, but I'm leaving my entire life behind. I'm leaving friends, family and all the memories I've made here. This is home! I'm going to be sitting at the yard sale this weekend and helplessly watching strange people carry away with my stuff. I mean, I know it has to be done. I have nowhere to put an entire apartment of belongings. Besides, what's the point of trying to have a fresh start if you carry along all your old baggage? I know I will like Virginia and deep down I know I will be okay. It's nice to know I have a home to come back to. It's just scary, that's all. I'd appreciate prayers.