Can't...Do... It...

Decisions. I just can't make them. And it seems that when I do, it could very well turn out to be the wrong kind of decision. Thus the reason I try to avoid all sorts of big decisions.

I get overwhelmed and stressed out. I don't like the thought of making the wrong decision. I don't like being unsure of how things are going to turn out. I don't like making decisions.

I made a decision. I feel right about it. I think it makes the most sense. For the summer I may not like it, but in the end, it's what should be done.
My lease is up - and I'm doing month-to-month payments. They are terrible. And definitely NOT worth what I'm paying. So I am going to move in with my old room-mate, Jamie. She's sharing a room with our mutual friend, then there's someone else, and there's me. I don't know that it's going to be super fantastic. But I will be saving money, bunches of money (hopefully) and keeping myself entertained through the summer. That's a good thing.

Of course the decision to live by myself really hurt a good friend. And then the decision to live with other people for 3 months hurt her even more. And I'M SORRY! But I just feel like this is the best decision. I think it makes the most sense for me. I feel bad and almost think that I should just get a house with a friend - the original plan - but I know I would not be happy. And that would be terrible....