Fear

Isn't this a nice little house? It's divided into four separate apartments, one of which I am about to sign a lease for. The manager left me an answering machine message on Tuesday saying that "credit checked out ok" and "blah-blah Lease blah-blah Call me Back".

Thing is, I have a paralyzing fear of change. I know I need some new surroundings to help me out of the rut I've been in, but it's just so terribly easy for me to be passive.

Moving is a big deal, no? For me it is a life-changing event that could quite possibly alter the course of history. Man, I've got to stop being so narcissistic. Also, I've got to learn that things can sometimes be undone. Not completely, of course, but short of murder, babies, and bad tattoos, life can be remarkably flexible. And really, when you think about it, moving is pretty small potatoes as far as possible unalterable damage. Absolute worse case scenario is: I loose some money and go crawling back to my father and never move out, like my weird uncle who is over 60 and still lives with his mother, seemingly happy.