First week post Celta...

I woke up on Monday morning feeling a little strange. I had nowhere to be. No urgent assignment to be done, no lesson to plan. Something felt... weird... I had a niggling in the back of my mind that I couldn't quite place. 

Then it hit me. This move I've been talking about for years (well, three) is finally happening. We're down the business - visas, moving company quotes (any recommendations?! I have one quote so far for 300 buck a box!!!) and tickets. I have to book my ticket to leave and finally name the date when I will have to do this uprooting to another country thing and something is holding me back. Fear of the unknown, fear of failure, fear of regret. I want to do it and I don't. I'm excited and I'm terrified. 

Feel the fear and do it anyway??? Well I paid 200 bucks for visas and marriage cert verification today so I guess I'm on my way.

How's everyone else finding it in the post-CELTA world?