Oh, The Irony...

I've got my job all lined up for the fall and I'm moving to the big city. It's essentially my dream job--in this line of work, anyway--so I'm pretty psyched about that. Naturally though, I'm a little bit nervous about actually starting work, and since I'm a small-town girl, terrified of moving and living on my own in an urban setting. No amount of reassurance could have ever changed that. Until...

I was napping yesterday. Brilliant nap at the start. Then I had this dream where I was living at my old house and was attacked by a 30-something crazed man! So sparing all the gruesome details (as it was a very disturbingly vivid dream), I'll say that the man wanted to kill me. But since he had no actual weapon with him, he was using his teeth. As in, biting off my flesh, mouthful by mouthful.

In the end? Bring on the city--I'm currently more scared of my hometown.