Frustration

Neat. So I've been talking to my mom about the possiblities and limitations of moving back home. Logistically, it's a nightmare. Upon my moving out three years ago, my room was instantly converted into her craft/storage room. It would take a week or two just to clean it out, clean out our storage shed, move everything, find a place for most of my furniture, and then move the minutest amounts of my stuff back in. The rest goes to storage as well. Then there's the issue of actually telling my grandmother I have a motorcycle, cos I'd have to store it there. She would have to put up with my pups as well. So, I get the "Honey you know you're always welcome" speech along with the unspoken "Please don't come back and uproot our lives." So yeah. I have also come to realize that I hate my job. A lot. I wasn't totally happy with it before, but now it's becoming a beat down just to get up and drag my ass in every day. That is probably compounded with the fact that I may have the best opportunity that I may ever have coming just around the corner. But a lot is up in the air right now, so I think I might just be restless. And I'm not patient. At all. Ever. I think I just want change, and lots of it. I want a different apartment, a different job, and a different boy. Is that too much to ask?