Since getting home a few days back, I've been busy, both working hard and puttering. There are many many choices before me and I can't seem to get many clear-headed moments to sort them through and make them fall into place.

First is just to get unpacked. This includes getting things up from the downstairs storage closet, moving things around from the upstairs and downstairs bedrooms, and unpacking things that I brought home on the bike. (Many thanks to Cajun for helping with the heaviest things.)

Now, as I set everything back in its natural order (well, what's natural for me), I realize that I can't really plan much if I'm likely to move.

Yes, move. Roll your eyes all you want. This time it's for a good cause. My parents. My mom needs help - I may have covered this before - and being on the island is too much of a barrier for me to be available to her.

I had planned to get a roommate, but that was while I assumed I could try to stay on the island. I don't think I can. I have a lot of good work for fall and winter quarters, but after that it's dicey at best. So the best thing to do is to eliminate my ferry commute while also being close enough to help my family.

Without the assumption I'll be staying, it makes no sense to get a roommate. It would only be for three months, and who wants to move into an apartment only to leave 3 months later? Besides me, I mean?

Right, no one.

So, my place will remain my place. And then I will find my new place.

I have a little money tucked away for just such contingencies, so I will supplement myself with that and then I will see what's next.

So, I'm around, just trying to manage unpacking, making life-altering decisions and doing so while experiencing some major pain. Bear with me. It'll be a ramble from here on out.