I booked my flight for the wrong month.
Seriously, I know this isn’t the end of the world or anything, but right now it kind of feels like it.
Today was pretty perfect. Then we started packing up for tomorrow, talking about shipping things out to LA, and I decided to check my itinerary for tomorrow’s flight, which apparently was actually a flight for last month.
This is the flight that is supposed to move me to California.
I’m uncomfortable flying at the best of times, and right now, I am just plain scared. I’m nervous about moving, about starting this new life. As much as I don’t want to admit it, my stupid mistake feels like a sign from god to just not do this. And I don’t even believe in signs from god.
I don’t know what to do. So, I’m going to sit on the couch and pout some more.