I'm a little afraid

Tomorrow's the big day... Moving day. I was just downstairs making sure I had all 15 boxes ready and looking over my box inventory (yes, when I packed the initial 12 boxes in Texas I made a list of what was in each box and numbered the boxes) to see which boxes needed to be unpacked right away. 

I'm afraid of 2 things: change and memories. Those boxes have been packed for 21 months. And although I've unpacked them and repacked them in Texas, those boxes hold what's left of my tangible reminders of mom. The Effiel Tower sheets she surprised me with for my birthday that I will put on my bed tomorrow. My cookbook collection that she'd add to every christmas or birthday. Stupid little things that just remind me. 

On one hand I know these will be comforting, but on the other I just don't want to face it. Does it make sense that I can't wait to see my life again, but I'm afraid of it too? And I miss her like crazy.