I check craigslist for new housing listings. Every day I panic just a little bit that we don't know where we're going to live, that we have to move in by a certain date, that I can't take more time off, and that life is more expensive there. Every day I hope to see a listing for the most amazing apartment/condo for a crazy good deal. Every day I log off disappointed.
Every day Fred tells me not to panic. That there isn't anything we can do from here so we'll figure it out when we get there. Every day he's right (about this...). Every day he can take me from break-out-stress-city to calm-and-carry-on status.
Just another reason I love him.