Scary! But exciting, too.
I hope it works out better for me. I have been depressed in my little house and it's like I suddenly woke up and looked around for the first time in two years. I didn't like what I saw. I had gained 25 pounds, hardly ever left the house and wasn't taking care of myself.
It was like I needed a wake-up call. My life is going to be different. I've decided. I thought about going on antidepressants but chickened out. I feel it's something I can work on myself, I guess. Which apparently is not a good thing, because depressed people generally can't work it all out themselves. But, as I said, it's almost as if I woke up from a dream state. A bad dream state. And I feel I can change things for the better. I hope I'm right.
Meanwhile, keep looking for my story in Sunday's SF Chronicle's Real Estate section!