It all begins at 7am..

My last week so far in Sale has been filled with laughing and random crying..
I am at a level of exhaustion where I fear I might possibly collapse at any second..
Why am I still up??!
I guess I just wanted to document a small part of my week, before the moving begins. I didn't want to write a detailed explanation of my week, so I thought I'd show you in photos. :)

Half cleaned Ruby at a closed carwash, well until the carwash stopped working. 

I took sneaky selfies in Target.

Played Bop it with Brad and Allanah.

Chatted to Shawn at some ridiculous time of the morning. 

Said goodbye to Ruby..

I asked Lauren to hold my ham.

Got all our photo's/ babysat for Louise..

At 7am (this morning, yes, that's how late it is..) the removalists will be here to begin the packing. 

It all begins at 7am... 

14 Days, 18 Hours, 15 Minutes and 59, 58, 57,56....

This is not much time at all..

This afternoon I spent approximately 30 minutes looking for jobs in Canberra. I know that 30 minutes isn't really a long time, but I had, had enough looking and started feeling a tad overwhelmed about moving.

At night I go to bed and I lie there imagining what life is going to be like for me in Canberra.
Each night I imagine something different..
One night it will be the most amazing scenario where I walk in to the church that I will end up at, look toward the stage and see my husband and live happily ever after;
and then the next night I think up the worst scenario ever, where I end up with no friends, no job and practically staying in my bedroom 24/7 (except to get food and drink, or to pee.)

But in 14 days, it will be a reality.

I'm unsure of what to expect, but I am excited to see what God has planned for me during this experience.

This is our new house :)

"If we don't change, we don't grow. If we don't grow, we aren't really living" -Gail Sheehy

My life at the moment is surrounded, well almost suffocated with change.
It's like I'm drowning in a big pool of change, and I can't seem to remember how to float.

Don't get me wrong, change is wonderful. But it scares the crap out of me!

Let me explain..

In 1996, my family (Dad, Mum, Shawn, Rowan and I) moved to a small town called Sale. Some where in between then and now, there has been kinder, primary school, high school, parents divorced, parent remarried, more high school, got a job or two, made friends, lost friends, got L-plates, both brother's left home, parent divorced, got P-plates, finish high school, made more friends, interned, worked, other parent remarried, combining of two families and second year out of school, which pretty much brings me to the present day... 2nd August 2012.
My family (Dad, Gwyn, Keely, Ethan and I) are moving to Canberra in 22 days.
Shawn my eldest brother is (as I write) on a plane to Paris to travel around Europe, and hopefully stay to live in England.
Rowan just got married, I know, pretty crazy right?! He and his wife are in Vietnam on their honeymoon.

Change has happened so many times in my life, but the thought of it still terrifies me.
I know that if I look back at this post in a years time, I will be questioning what I am so scared of...

A little bit of change couldn't hurt.. could it?