I've had a little over a week to come to terms with my upcoming move and I've noticed something odd. I haven't once worried about if I'll like my new job, or if I'll get along with my new coworkers, or anything about the job portion of this adventure at all. Instead, what gives me the most anxiety is thinking about the things I'm going to need to get for my apartment, like a vacuum and a toaster. I'm moving across the freaking country to start a new job unlike anything I've done in the last five years and I'm worried about making toast! I am an odd duck.
Does anybody want to buy me a toaster?
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