Kinda Sorta Freaking Out

I just found out that I'm going to be an official New Yorker for real! I knew it was going to happen eventually, but now that the time has come, I have such bittersweet feelings about it all. I'm ready, but I'm not; I'm excited, yet wanting to stall a bit longer; ready to move, but am hesitant at the same time. These mixed emotions have been keeping me up at night even more than usual, and my mind refuses to give me any peace. TV has become one of my only temorary escapes, but my eyes hurt! I'm ready for everything to be over, or not change at all. This whole situation is killing me and renewing me simultaneously. I wish I could just wake up from all of this, but I never fell asleep in the first place...