Changes and Choices

Today is a new day.
People who whine and feel sorry for themselves are okay with me, but only for a 24 hour period. After that, it's just annoying. I annoy myself daily, but not for being a pathetic, soggy, crying mess.
So today is a new day.
The facts are: I have 2 weeks to figure out where I'm going to live. My choices are...

A.) Staying with my friend/her husband/3 kids until my grandma is moved to a nursing home. Which will happen by the end of summer. She has dementia/Alztiemers. The other day she thought I was twelve. Then her (new and nice) house will be empty. She originally bought it a few years ago with the intention of me living there someday, free of charge. Nice, grandma. Love ya.

B.) Kicking my brother and his girlfriend out of my house, which was left to me by my other grandma when she passed away suddenly. I lived there for four years, until I decided to move in with J, then rented it out to my bro and his GF. I could also turn one room into another bedroom and live with them, but that would be spending money on something that will be useless in a few months when I would move into the other grandma's house once she has to go into a nursing home. I know, it confuses me too.

C.) Staying with my parents. Which isn't really an option in my book, because I'm prideful and snobby. I guess. I mean, if you are 26 and live with your parents and you like it, cool. I don't judge. But it's just not for me. Especially when my kid brother is living on his own in MY house. Ya know?

D.) Pack up a few belongings, purchase a map of the U.S., close my eyes, waggle my finger in the air, let it fall where ever destiny chooses, get in my car and get the fuck out of here.

That last one is oh so tempting. But is it logical? Just plain stupid? Adventurous and intriguing? It just comes down to me being too scared to do something like that alone.
In a few days I'll know my answer and be out of here. I refuse to miss this place or him.
Really. You'll see.