Running, Running, As Fast As We Can... Do You Think We'll Make It?

I'm in this weird state of limbo that I can't seem to shake.
I will find out tomorrow or so if I've landed the place that I applied for.
In some ways, it's a fresh start, but it's also an end to certain things in my life that I have, until this point, taken for granted.

I know this move is for the best, but at the same time, the circumstances behind it are confusing and concerning. I am under the belief that when I move, he is going to phase himself out of our relationship. Despite his reassurance that my fears are in fact opposite of what will take place, it's just a painful fear that I've harbored.

Because I've felt torn between elation at having a new place, and general upset at moving away from the person I love, I've just felt uneasy and uncomfortable. I don't know if I should be savoring these last days that we're going to be living together, or not. It's weird, and it's stupid. I really wish I wasn't in this situation in general.

We'll see how things go.
In the meantime, I anxiously await the verdict... do I have this place? Do I not?
I really hope I'm approved, so at least I don't have to wonder about that.
Friday is my potential move in date, and that's only 2 days away at this point.
We shall see.