Change, though inevitable, scares me. And in the coming month, I’m poised to get a whole heaping pile of it. I must have been storing it up over the past three years or something.

By Thursday of this week, the roommate will be gone. Our internet connection will be kaput. The house will be relatively empty.

By next Monday, the power and gas will be shut off.

A week from next Monday, I will officially be living in Louisville, Kentucky. Yes, Kentucky. Lord forgive me for I know not what I’m about to do.

Today I officially accepted a job as a web designer at the University of Louisville. I will be the sole designer for the Health Sciences campus, which all that really means is that I (yet again) cannot escape the clutches of the medical profession in my life. I sincerely believe that God is shoving it in my face that everyone I know is a doctor, and that I took the artist route. Stupid creative desires.

Most importantly, I will finally be living in the same zip code as my fiancé. No more Sunday Blues, having to reacquaint and leave every few days. No more squeezing quality time in with weekend chores, house duties, errands, social time with friends, etc. No more $250/mo. gas bills. Words simply cannot express how happy I am that this part of my life has come to an end. There were times when I sincerely thought that my heart would break if I had to leave her one more time.

I will most likely be living with either her sister or parents…living out of a suitcase with just my laptop, server and headphones. I don’t need too much, and the wedding (and thus moving in together) is only a few months away.

I think what intimidates me the most is all of the “little details” that accompany a move. The older I get, the more the paper trail seems to lengthen. Investment companies, insurance companies, banks, credit cards, internet registration, cell phone service, drivers license, car registration, magazine subscriptions, and on and on…they all have to change. And in order to get just one done, a million smaller steps are required. I’m speechless at how much is involved with moving (and to another state, no less).

So this summer will see a definite change in my life. First time I’ve left a company, second job out of college, first time moving out of Ohio, first job in a downtown area. I embrace all the newness and uncertainty that the coming months bring.

Though that doesn’t mean I’m not just a teeny bit terrified.