Panic attacks and excitement.

I had another dream about being back at home. I like to think that's a good sign. It means I've accepted it. At least the back of my mind has accepted it.
A part of me still panics from time to time. The other night I wanted to cry as I thought about leaving everything behind.
This is the right thing to do, though. I know it. Even if *I* don't know it my mind knows it.