cold feet

I'm having a big freak out. About having to apply for a new job that looks remarkably like the job I do now, but not much like the job I was hired to do. The application has to be in this week, and the other option is redundancy. And about having given up my flat, putting all my stuff in storage, dossing with a friend for the month, and starting off in the Wolds in November.

Standing at the bus stop this evening, I was thinking I'd much rather go home to New Zealand.