Should I stay or should I go?

My grandmother is sick in the hospital.

These are the days that I hate being so far away. I wish I could be there to see her, to love her, to give her some comfort, like she did for me growing up. I miss my family so much. It's so lonely up here without having any family. While I love my job, and I love this city. Being home is what I love the most.

I know that it is my choice to stay away. My Mom and Dad tell me all the time, I could move back any time that I wanted. But I've tried moving home a couple of times, and that didn't soothe my soul either. I guess it's because during my formative years of growing up, I was away at school. I've moved around my whole life. I've never been lucky enough, like my brother, to make roots in one place. I think this has been to my detriment.

I lived in the same house until I was 7. A tornado destroyed it, along with the life my parents had
built for us. We got another house, in same place, but only stayed there for three years. Then, we moved one town over. Six years later, I went away to school. It was an opportunity that I couldn't pass up. 2 years later, college. I moved to another state. I stayed in college for 5 years, but in that time, accumulated 2 different dorms, 1 house with my sorority sisters, and 4 different apartments.
After graduation, I moved back home, living with my parents. This lasted for seven months and my independence beckoned. So, I moved back to Jackson. I stayed there for a year and a half and then moved to Jacksonville, FL with the company that I worked for. I hated Jacksonville and after 4 months, I moved back to Jackson. 6 months later, I moved in with my boyfriend.
I thought this was it! I will finally make roots and marry this man, making his house my home. WRONG! A little more than a year later, he cheated. I moved out. I moved in with a friend, spending the summer there, and then moved back home with Mom and Dad. 8 months later, I decided to move to Charlotte. I moved during the last week of July and this summer marks my two year anniversary here.

Now, I am contemplating going home..... AGAIN! What is wrong with me? Why can't I find a place where I am content? I know moving home will only be a temporary solution to an on-going problem. I just want a place that feels right. Being alone is my greatest fear. Something happening to my family, and I not getting back in time, worries me every day.

So, what should I do? Should I stay or should I go?