determinedIt sounds, though, like she's doing ok, and she'd rather have me not make the commute. For which I am grateful - it is plenty do-able, but it would be pretty miserable. I know lots of people who don't mind commuting, or at least who can put up with the inconvenience, but it really takes a lot out of me, I find. Mom has lots of church friends who look in on her and after her, and she confessed that she was universally taken to task for driving herself to the emergency room the other evening, so it is not like she is neglected. And she's far from being an invalid in any case. Not to mention that since I don't drive, I might not be as much use in a pinch as I would like to think...
In any case, she fairly firmly told me to forget about it - not that I couldn't move in with her if I really wanted to or needed to do so, but that since she didn't need me to, I'd be better off living over here in Seattle. So hopefully, absolved of that guilt, I can get off my ass and find a new place to live. This apartment hunt has not been very fun - and I usually like looking at the very least.
The other 'determined' part is I want to plan to go over and visit mom more regularly. It works well to go over Friday evenings and come back Saturday mornings, since she goes over to the Bellevue temple early on Saturdays and can drop me at the ferry terminal on the way out of town.
I'm certain it's for the best - we really do get along better in separate households, my family and I - but now I have to go back to talking to strangers and hoping my financial circumstances fit their arcane and convoluted standards. Bah.
