sleepless nights

I worry.
Too much. I woke up at 6 this morning (after falling asleep at 2:30) feeling guilty that I had used my camera phone yesterday for my photo instead of my real camera. It always starts with the mundane things, and then I move on to everything else.

What if I can't find an apartment? Am I really making the right decision by scrapping all of my other plans that I've had since winter? What if I don't make friends? What if I don't like it there? What if I can't find any kind of job? What if I never find a career and I'm doomed to be temping for the rest of my life?

Uncertainty is the worst. It'll be another sleepless night.