Nothing is Permanent

I have come to a place in my life where I feel put out. I feel like I have no permanent home as of the present. Everything seems dysfunctional. Is this how everything is suppose to be? I don't think so, but I guess because everything is new and I can't plan ahead because I have no idea how. My plan ends in exactly a year and beats me where I will be. Stay put? Leave? I have no where to go and I don't know if I want to go. I'm pretty stubborn and sometimes I just don't feel like picking up my feet. i need to pick them up though, one at a time and get a move on. To where, who knows, but move on I must. I must leave the temporary and go on toward the permanent. I don't want to leave the friendships I've begun I don't want to start over for the millionth time in my life. Can't anything ever be permanent? I hate this. We must do the things we hate, the things that we despise above all else, to go and continue on the path laid out for us. Though this may be hard I know I will survive because nothing is ever permanent.