The Unknown

I have yet to write about this "starting the next chapter of my life" business. By "starting the next chapter of my life," I specifically mean figuring out and then beginning whatever my new life will be after the wedding. Currently, my fiance, Ian is applying for jobs within higher ed all over the country. He is super organized about it - he even has a spreadsheet of all the schools he has applied to with closing dates, contact info, and the like. I think he's applied to about 32 jobs or so. I know, it's a lot. But this is a really bad time to be looking for work, and he's trying to open a lot of doors.
So I have a stable job right now that has been very useful in supporting us while Ian finishes up grad school, but I know that nannying isn't something I want to do forever. So wherever Ian gets a job is where we will be moving. We would like to stay in the Pacific Northwest because... well who wouldn't? It's gorgeous, our families are here for the most part, and it would be much less of a hassle.
The annoying thing is that it is still so uncertain what our lives will look like after the wedding. If Ian gets a higher ed job, the start date would be July 1st in almost any case. But he hasn't had any positive response from any of the jobs he's applied for so far. This makes me feel a range of emotion:
First, I am worried that Ian won't get a job he wants and will be unemployed and/or unhappy. Second, I am uneasy about the fact that I don't know anything about where we will live after July 22nd when our lease is up. I am not concerned about being homeless or anything of course. It's the not knowing part that irks me. Third, I feel a little upset that I virtually have no control over what happens next. It's all basically in the hands of the good people at the various universities an colleges across America.  I can't prepare for the next step, I can't anticipate what my life will require. All I can do is sit here in my life and wait, always wondering about the what ifs. I am afraid of the unknown. I have come to realize more and more that I am a planner. I think I used to be a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants kinda gal. Back when I was an ENFP. Now, being an INFJ, the unknown freaks me out. Even writing about it irritates me.
Deep down I know it will all work out. I guess I am not worried that it won't. I just hate the meantime.