"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?