3 weeks left!

So here I am, Monday morning with exactly 3 weeks left and I don't have a definite place to go yet.  I was interviewed by a woman yesterday with an 8-yr old autistic son.  I don't want to go there.  The living quarters are tiny and I have an apartment's worth of things.  I wouldn't mind so much, if not for my cats, that would be forced to live in a 12x12 room 24/7 and that's just not fair to them.  They're moving too, and I care just as much, if not more, about their comfort.  They are my kids and that's a mom's job, right??  The woman is also a speed-talker, couldn't get a word in edge-wise - however, I've worked with autistic kids before and I could handle it.  I saw a picture of him and he's adorable.  The job is fairly easy to, as there's no housekeeping involved or anything like that - hours are good, and I have a place to stay.  Beggars can't be choosers, right?  I have another interview today for a family from Alexandria.  They seem really nice, my cats are welcome; they have a 1 year old baby - back to the diaper world which I'm not thrilled about because I've had to change diapers for over 25 years and I'm burnt out on babies.  That's not as mean as it sounds.  Parents have babies but then they grow up - they don't raise just babies forever - they get to experience raising their children at every age level, not just one age.  Constantly taking care of babies for all these years gets to be difficult - you get tired of the age, regardless of how cute they are.  I'm 42 - it was a lot more fun in my 20's.  It's not just the fact that they have a baby, though that's bothering me.  Moving so far from Richmond when I have only one friend here - but a good friend - is hard.  All my friends are in NY - except for the one here - and now I'll be leaving her, too.  Without a car and a way of getting around, plus working privately for a family,stuck in a house all day, there's no chance of making new friends.  What kind of life is this for me?

If I don't find a place to live within the next 3 weeks, this family will think nothing of dumping my stuff on the street and saying get out!  They're completely capable of it.  What am I going to do?