I'm crapping it, but it's kind-of exciting at the same time. I've wanted this for years, and now it's here, I'm really worried and anxious. >.< I've actively threw myself in the deep end, so I haven't the foggiest how I'll manage. I'll be on the waiting list with the people who deal with the supported housing, which probably won't take long. I reckon I'll get a place within a month at most; it certainly wouldn't surprise me. So freakin' out. The worst thing (if that) about it, is that it's temporary. I can live there for a maximum of 2 years, as far as I know, and since it's supported housing, I'll have people breathing down my neck, "supporting" me; maybe my OCD is twisting it, but I imagine it to be a case of them pressuring me to do things I can't do, and me losing the plot, being alone, and, ... well, ... if you're creative, I'm sure you can figure the rest out. I'll just grab some clothes, toiletries, my PC, and then I'll be on my merry way. I'm worried about how safe I'll be, how safe my gear will be, how intrusive the people will be, how much privacy I'll get, ... God, so much to worry about.