"There's nothing in motion, and I'm satisfied."

Sometimes I wonder if San Diego would be a good idea.

I'd miss everyone so much, but what kinds of opportunities would wait in California? Of course, all that may not be happening, it's just a possibility.

I suppose all of this roots down to what I want and need. I broke down last night, for the first time in years. I don't think I've cried like that since my uncle passed away, and I needed it so badly. I'm glad I was able to let it out, but it makes me question how happy I am in my current situation, what I should change, keep the same, etc.

I feel like a chameleon sometimes.

I went through my memory box last night, I think that's what started all of that. I enjoy nostalgia too much, I have yet to realize how bittersweet it really is.

I wouldn't have these memories in San Diego.