I have a contract with myself taped to my desk. It gives me until September first to move out of my parents' house, whether I have a job or not. I signed it yesterday and mentally made this pact with myself quite some time ago.
There's only so long I can put my life on hold, and I'm already going nuts here.
This gives me just under three months. Slightly frightening, yes, but doable. I won't start panicking until August, though. Let's do it.