A couple of weeks ago my mom called to let me know that my step-dad was diagnosed with prostate cancer. She was understandably upset and very concerned about her financial future without my dad. Her retirement funds will only cover about half of what it takes to keep her home. Her solution was to invite me to move in with her, anticipating that as a newly graduated computer/web technician I would make more than enough to make up the difference.
A few days later my second son offered to allow me and my youngest son (his bio-brother) to live with him, free, until I got a job. My youngest son, who has not seen his brother for 5 years and has missed him dearly, is very much in favor of this move and has been badgering me for the last 2 weeks about making a decision.
When these conversations took place I was in the midst of an anxiety phase, worrying how I was going to pay rent, bills, and finding a babysitter so I could get a job. So, I may have given both my mom and my son the impression I was ready and willing to move in with them. Since then, the baby went back to his mama, second son repaid me money he had borrowed and I was able to pay bills, and I have a part time job that starts at the end of the month which, when coupled with my left-over financial aid, will be enough to get buy frugally until the end of the school year.
I don't want to move from my little college town. My mom lives several states to the east in a small Utah town that is about the same size as mine, so the job opportunities are going to be about the same there as they are here. My son lives in the largest city in my state, so moving there makes more sense. But, I don't want to move.
Now, I just have to face the music and tell both of them, I don't want to move. *Sigh*
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