This is getting scary for me. Tomorrow we will hopefully sign an apartment lease in Costa Mesa. And then I've got a week to take care of documentation updates for myself and the car and the bank accounts and credit cards and probably twenty other things I'm not thinking of.
Now I know that I can't unload the moving truck myself... while I can do a lot of it, some things (bed, couch) need two people to move. I don't know who I can count on to help unload out here... lisana thinks her dad & some of his friends will help, but I don't know when (or if) she will call him. I know babyraver has offered to help, but I don't know if that includes unloading or unpacking, or if she has any friends who would be willing to help.
Part of me feels I've set up a wonderful situation to blow up in my face. Not since college have I had friends that I really did things with. And even then, it was with other people in the same dorm. I just don't know how it really works in real life; I don't know what's reasonable to expect. Now, granted, getting here two days ahead of the "schedule" sorta throws a wrench into everything.
But then I see people making plans for this weekend, and I guess I don't know how/when/if our move-in fit into their plans. Of course, journals probably aren't the best place to actually make plans for things I guess. *sigh*
I guess I'm just having a lot of panic right now. It's all settling in now, the magnitude of this. It has me scared. But lisana is so tired from the drive today, I don't really want to bug her about it. *sigh* Besides, my mouth was messing things up enough without bringing my fears up today.