Are excited and nervous the same thing?

I went to perhaps my last karaoke night last night. Sang a bunch of songs, drank water and Coke again. I think I'm going to head to my parents' this weekend before blowing out of town when I can. It's strange, because I don't have much to move, except a dresser and my clothes.

I'm worried about money. I'm worried about finding a place. It might have sounded romantic to just jet out of town, but as the days draw closer, that romance turns into a bit of fear. I've never done something like this before.

I am probably going to need some monetary help. I've noticed companies are starting to hire for Christmas help, and I wonder if I will get there in time to get any of those jobs. I also worry about logistics for school, and that my money will evaporate before I have much of a chance to do anything at all. I should be getting unemployment, but I'm not even counting on it that much.

I have to keep telling myself that I will, and I must, make this work. I don't really have any other options. I don't want to be flippant and say things will all work out, because I have to make sure that they do.

I'm not backing away from this -- I just know it's going to be difficult. I'm going to need a lot more than faith to make it happen.