Barely over a month now until my SO moves. It's insane! I'm both so happy and so worried.

I'm busy with work (preparing for an event I'll sell at) and getting everything ready on my side for him, and he's going to submit his thesis next week. I'm his rock all throughout - He's going through an emotional rollercoaster, and I really can't blame him, because there's plenty of preparation stress ahead of him and as much as he wants to be here, he's still leaving the place he's been at all his life so far behind. I want to support him as much as possible throughout all this. He's burdening himself with the move, and that's not fun, no matter how much he wants it.

But given how I am, I'm just freaking out more on the inside. As much as I try not to pursue them, so many questions keep popping up. Will all the bureaucratic crap around his thesis work out in time? Will he really like it here as much as we think? Chances are very good he'll get a job once he's here, but what if not? What do we do if worst comes to worst and he has to/wants to go back to the US? Can I really be the support he needs? Are we truly ready?

I'm 100% behind him and our plans, because I know we are being as smart as possible about this. The time for him to leave couldn't be better, and we both feel ready to try this. But I'm still just a person, and I could be wrong about this all. I don't want to be, and I won't find out without trying, but damn I'm scared sometimes.

He means the world to me, and he deserves to lead the life that's right for him. I'll do what I can to help him with that.