How in the world do you get used to a new house?

It's like living in a strangers house. It IS living in a strangers house. It's not mine. I don't belong there. Not yet. None of my clothes are there. It's not personalized. I don't have my own space. I am afraid of the germs there. It's just not right. I literally have to force myself to sleep there.

And I'm also kind of scared, because what if my mom loses her home? Then I might have to switch schools. Then what would I call home?

It's a whole bunch of what-ifs. I'm so scared. My anxiety spirals every time I I think about it. It's so terrifying. It makes me just want to cry. And cry. And cry.

I have to learn to focus on the constants. My dog is a constant. My family is a constant.