moving in

I thrive on comfort and routine. Big chunks of undefined time are frightening to me. I know this does not make sense, because a couple months from now, when everything is running at full steam, I will be begging for some extended free time. But right now Frosh week looms at me terrifylingly empty. It's causing a free floating anxiety. I move in tomorrow and am quite nervous.

My anxiety sort of multiplies on itself because I focus on it and that makes everything worse.

Logic dictates that things will go well. And even if they don't go well, they won't be awful.

OK so the plan is to focus on not freaking out.