I've spent a solid year planning a move across the world, from NZ to NYC. This included getting a great job and being long distance with boyfriend for almost 10 months. I was so driven and felt this move would massively improve my life.
I'm sitting in LAX now, waiting for the connecting flight, from which he will pick me up, feeling nothing except low level dread. My motivation has evaporated, there is no excitement.
Do you think this is just the heat of the moment, or is it a bad sign to feel so bad?