Running

I am freaking out. I was nervous some, a little stressed before, but last night everything settled in. 

I am moving 3000 miles away from home. All alone. I'm buying a house I have never seen in person. I'm putting everything on the line. I know this could be good for me, but that didn't stop me from having a panic attack. It's hard to breathe when I think about doing this alone. It's not for fun, or because I think Florida will be one big vacation. It won't be, I'll have to work hard, and get a good job. I can do that. Right? 

Part of me feels like I'm running, and I agree with that part of myself. I'm running from the gray that is Seattle, I'm running from the cold, I'm running from my depression, I'm running from my health problems, I'm running from a failed engagement and a cheating fiancé. I am running. I need to catch my breath before I lose it completely.