Crossing My Fingers

I'm crossing my fingers that my apartment in Brooklyn will look ok and that I won't be like "ugh, I have to live here???" I haven't even seen it yet and I already feel claustrophobic. I think I'm just a little stressed out from thinking about the move. Z asked me if I was excited. I can't say that I am. I kinda feel like it's yet another trip home and that I won't even realize that I've moved back until it's too late! Weird, I know. I'm wishy-washy. That's just how I am. I guess I'll be happy that I've moved there once I actually AM happy...or excited...or whatever emotion I'm supposed to be experiencing right now.