rude_ruca

So, this past week has consisted of neverending questions in the realm of, "So what's your plan?" and, "Have you found a place to live yet?" and, "Why aren't you being more vigilant and aggressive in your house hunting?". These inquiries have been the buzzing knat or too far gone infection in my ears all fuggin' week. I mean, the reality of "Hey, ya gotta grow up now," is hitting me like a mac truck traveling at about 100 mph. And mean while ::enter whine mode:: "Do I hafta? Do I really really hafta???"....

I am just really overwhelmed right now. I have so many different avenues that I could travel down, and the pros and cons seem to be nose and nose. It's like I cannot decipher what is going to be more beneficial in the long run- move to North Carolina with the folks to the almost-kinda-sorta-but-not-really retirement community, stay here in frederick where I know about TWO people (everyone seems to be moving away these days...) but where I am going to school, or return to my native Montgomery County, Maryland where rents are too high, along with egos. And yknow, AM I going to be happy? Will the place have an infectious fungus or bacteria growing in closet? Sure, it adds character, that lovely shade of shit green, but what about my health? Oh, then there is the roomate(s)-from-hell aspect. I have heard wayyyy too many horror stories to feel as though I can move in with random folks. I am dating an amzing guy who I KNOW has mucho potential to be a long term-er, but it is WAY too soon to even discuss the option of living together. I mean, hey, I have been one to always avoid cutting the nose off to despite the face, in any circumstance.
So, yeah, that's pretty much the newest 'Ruca dilema'. Hopefully, in the next week I can freakin get my shit together. Please keep your fingers crossed/say a preayer/think of sending over a hug if you get the chance. Thanks guys