JP, LJ and I went on a walk the other night. About a block from home we had a little conversation about our impending move. It went something like this:
JP: I'm getting really excited, buuuuut I'm also kind of scared.
Beck: You can't be scared.
Beck: Because I'm scared and the only thing helping me be okay with this whole "moving to the country" thing is the fact that you know what you're doing.
JP: I don't know what the heck I'm doing.
And so it begins...