Stress Sucks.

As some of you may know, I'd been planning on moving all Summer. Locations changed a few times, but I planned on moving. Now, I don't know if I will be, and if I do, I may be moving to a different location than I originally intended.

Some family situations have come up. My grandfather's girlfriend has been in hospice for about a month, and passed away this week. Aside from the fact that the home was hers and now belongs to her family, my grandfather is 95; he can't live by himself and he doesn't want to go into a nursing home. He doesn't want to leave the retirement village he's currently in cause all his friends are there and they keep him healthy by playing golf with him.

So mom will have to move down there and find a place to rent so she can take care of him. Whether I go with her or not depends on if I can find a place to live and a job to keep me going.

Recently, a friend put out an add for a roommate in the town I'm currently in. I could pay for my half of the rent with a part-time minimum wage job. But I'm not sure if it's a good idea to move in because I don't know if/when he intends to leave. And I don't think I can thrive in my current hometown.

In short, if I stay here, I'm doing the easy thing. But the easy thing may not be the right thing. And I don't know what the right thing is.

I used to get so frustrated with my mom when she said she wanted to leave this town but wouldn't decide where she wanted to go for fear of making the wrong choice. I think I get it now.

I have no clue what to do.

And the stress if making what to eat and undo all the weight I've lost over the past month. I'm freaking out.

I need the universe to hit me over the head with a sign of what the right thing to do is.