fatalism

I have so many cockamamie ideas on how to fix this.

• I can move out, get my own apartment, lighten the load on the family.
• Onkel Peter could move into Oma's spare bedroom and we could buy the house off Onkel Peter, maybe at a reduced price. It would be nice for the two of them to have each other as company, too.
• We could move into Nana and Papa's guest bedrooms. (But what of our things?)
• We can distribute our things into storage across everyone we know. Meg, her parents, Nana and Papa, Oma, Kodi, Saad, Onkel Peter, Moni and Frank, Pat, Phyllis. Just tuck our things away in any nook or cranny they would be willing to give up to a desk, a table, a bed, a chair. Even just a box or two.

The problem is that there aren't any fixes and there aren't any solutions. There's just day by day mucking through the mess and hoping that maybe the next turn will yield something, anything.