accept what I can't change, change what I can't accept.

... you don’t like something, change it.
If you can’t change it, change your attitude.
Don’t complain.

Maya Angela

... for yourself if you have chosen the wrong road – turn around.

I’ve decided, really decided, not just “if I do this” kind of decision, that I’m going to move to Victoria, BC. I’m scared, naturally, but I also feel pretty good about it. Unless things go horribly horribly wrong there, I think this will do a lot of good for me and would be just what I’ve needed.
I’m going to plan to move for next summer. I’m going to go to school there so my first step, I suppose, would be applying.

I felt a bit restless and incomplete yesterday. That sort of mood and I didn’t know why. I started talking to my sister about certain things, things on my mind, on her mind. Then I told her that I’m thinking of moving across the country. She took it very well and told me she had been thinking of moving to Kingston, which is a city she’s always liked and we have a fair amount of family there. As we talked more about how these things would pan out, she decided for sure she was going to move there by the end of the lease and we both felt better about it.
I’m not saying for sure I am going to move to Victoria but it does feel right. Let’s just hope something doesn’t come up to change my mind!

“We fear change.” – Garth, Waynes World

I do fear change. I’m not all bad. I managed to graduate from college (I nearly quit after my fist year) and I’ve moved out of my parents house. Those were the only two big changes that I’ve struggled with but accomplished. But these were things that were relatively easy to control.
What I want to do is move. Yes, I’ve moved out of my parents house but I moved in safely with my best friend of 17 years and my sister. I need to break out of this. I love them but I feel trapped sometimes. I feel I need to do something extreme. To do want I want to do for a living will be next to impossible in Ottawa. I need to move to another city but I’m so scared. Scared that I won’t find a job, they’ll be hurt, that they’ll have problems finding another roommate or another apartment (I’m their bridge, I don’t think they’ll be able to live with each other without me), scared that I won’t like the place I’d move to, scared that I’ll be lonely on my own, scared that I won’t make new friends . . .
I’m terrified and I don’t know what to do.

makes so much sense, doesn’t it?