Limboooo

I have never been fond of limbo. If it were a limbo where I knew what the next phase would be and exactly when and where it would start, I could embrace that limbo. But this limbo is far less detailed than I can appreciate.
In 26 days I have to be moved out. Where am I going? GREAT QUESTION. Everything depends on one decision that is taking its sweet sweet time being made. It is near impossible to secure a plan B for if my ideal situation doesn't pan out. I don't want to get a new apartment because I don't want to sign a one year lease. Month to month leases are few and far between, especially when winter is approaching. No landlord wants to try and rent out his/her place when it's bitter cold and snowing. If there is a month to month it is uber sketch and more of a last-resort to take to avoid under-bridge dwelling. So I am slightly stressed out about the whole 'where will I be living in four weeks from now' debaucle.
I am currently trying to focus on purging my life of unnecessary THINGS. Clothes and shoes especially. It can't be normal to have THREE drawers in one dresser solely dedicated to t-shirts. I may have a problem. And, is it bad that I want to keep my planners from (gulp) even high school...? I love looking through them and remembering all the fun that was had... but they take up a lot of room. So does all of my school work/books from college... Am I really a pack-rat?!?! Aye carumba. I have had times where I've done a good job at just getting rid of things that I wasn't using regularly.. and it seems like no matter what it is, a couple of days after it's disposal, I genuinely need whatever the thing was! Okay-- it's officially a problem.
"A couple of weeks" is SO vague. C'mon, I thought we were all type A! Give me a date, a time.. something objective to hold onto.
It is not surprising to me that I heard this whisper in my ear at work yesterday: "I heard a rumor... is it true?" I have come to genuinely enjoy my coworkers and will miss them if my ideal situation DOES work... but man, working with a majority of women (we have ONE male nurse on our floor.. out of.. a lot) makes it hard to keep anything on the down low. Makes me glad I had the discussion with my supervisor before I left. Shoot.
In any regard, I am experiencing chest pain. If this whole shenanigan gives me a heart attack I will be rather fed up. I don't think it's a myocardial infarction though.. I went to sleep with some wicked hiccups... maybe they're the culprit.