All change

We got our house. It's in Battersea, south London. Two bed, roof terrace (balcony would be a more apt description) dish washer, not ground floor. All of my boxes are ticked.

I want to be excited. We can move next weekend, so no commuting from M's parents/living with friends and family. Why am I not more excited? Why do I feel dread, tearful, terrified?

P, my brother, sighed loudly when I asked him these same questions. He was with J, and kept breaking off mid-sentence to give an update ("no, no she's just crazy, won't be long, yes, it's about the house...") and summarised quite accurately that I had chosen to make the move and what, exactly, was I complaining about. In a nutshell, and in no means in order of precedence, I'm fretting about...how will I get to work, how will I get to bikram, will I be safe in the flat, and will M and I love each other in this new place?

Will we?

Nothing more to add on this tonight. I'll hopefully be more positive tomorrow.

Basil.