I feel like all the bad feelings I've had for the past two years just came bubbling up and attacked my poor unsuspecting brain. I was doing pretty well at pretending this move was not a big transition. I fooled myself into thinking I wasn't scared. Truth? Even though I know I'm ready, I'm still scared shitless. All I want to do is curl up and spoon.
Therre are so many good things about Santa Barbara, it's basically like paradise. It's gorgeous. Everyone is ridiculously friendly, mostly because they're drunk all the time. But you can't trust anyone, not really. It's such a mindfreak.
I know everything will turn out okay. I think right now I just need good times with good friends. And probably some really good food.