Breezy all at Sea

I arrived home last Tuesdsay. It feels good to be home. The weather was typical chilly Seattle weather, notwithstanding the fact it is AUGUST. But thats okay. Its warmed back up.

Anyways, I saw my friends G and T, separately, and that was good. T and I got caught up after 8 months of not really talking (she’s horrible at keeping in touch–self-admitted by her) so that was nice. I met G’s boyfriend and while he’s not really my type, they seem to be good together.

I had my nephew for 2 days and we did a couple fun kid activities, ate out, made cookies and just spent time together. He’s a good kid but sometimes too whiny. Don’t really know why that is, maybe he’s too spoiled?

Saturday my parents and I went away for the night to an island off the Sound. We went to a county fair where I inhaled curly fries and scones and saw all sorts of farm animals and friendly island people. It was nice. We stayed the night at the naval lodge and it was so beautiful. The air was so crisp and clean and full of salt. Yum. The clouds were huge and white and poufy and seemed close enough to touch. We had a nice dinner and went to bed early which is always nice on vacay. Sunday we headed back and that’s when the trouble began…

My mom got really sick and it just worsened throughout the day and night. We went to her doctor today and he immediately sent us to the ER. We didn’t have to wait for very long, thank God. Basically she might have a really bad case of food poisoning or could be a tear in her intestines. She’s a bit better but in a lot of pain. So that sucks. The ER had some weirdos hanging around, as always right? She’s staying overnight and hopefully tomorrow they will run tests and know what is going on.

Then we found out my uncle in Canada had a stroke. He can walk around but can’t really talk and the right side of his face is droopy. Not good!  Again, we’ll find out more tomorrow about what’s wrong with him.

So, it has been crazy here. I was scheduled to leave Friday morning to return to LA but I’m not sure that’s going to happen.

As for moving back, I can see that my parents need me around for help. My dad can barely walk and needs help doing little things. I’m still torn though. The thought of moving back home for an indefinite length of time makes me so depressed. I can’t give up my independence and privacy. I want to be close to them, just not in the same house. BUT, I still love my life in LA…well mostly. I don’t want to give up everything I’ve worked hard for this past year. But again, I don’t have a job there. But no job here either! Argh. I’m so confused and somedays I just want to move back and other days, I have no desire to. I’m hoping to go see friends tomorrow night or Wednesday night and check out the city and see how I feel there. However, that’s contingent on my mom’s prognosis…