And that lyric would be:

"My God! What have I done?"

So yeah, I got this job. It's not appreciably more money than the one I just left after 3 weeks, but it's still more. It's in my home state. It's 2.5 hours from my sister's house, so I will finally be getting out of here. It's a big step up career-wise. I have yet to write a word for them, and yet the editors adore me already. They keep sending gushy emails offering to help show me around and telling me how excited they are I'll be joining the staff.

I SHOULD be stoked. And, for a while, I was. And now, all I can think is -- I am taking on something I'm not sure I can do, in a minuscule town, in a part of the state I had never set foot in before I went to the interview, and I don't know a single, solitary soul. I mean, for the last 6 months I have ached to have my life and my privacy back, but we are talking well and truly ALONE here. I'm not handling it well!!!

What made me think this was a good idea, or that I could do this job? I was happy where I was, doing something I knew how to do in my sleep. I have relatives and friends in the area here. I am throwing that all away. And frankly, I am too stinkin' old to be starting over!!!

Oy. Two weeks from tonight I will be there to stay. I couldn't get an appointment to get Internet, etc hooked up till the 30th, and everyone is going to leave me on the 28th, and I'm going to be 100 percent, absolutely, positively, completely ALONE, without even the capability to come here for reassurance.

If someone can figure out WTF I was thinking, would you please let me know?