Confessions, musings, and sordid details of a Generation Y redhead.

I'm officially not moving to San Francisco. I decided a while ago that I wasn't ready, but I finally spilled the beans to Laura. I'm looking at classes at Sierra (the local community college) for this fall. Nick's really happy about the decision, and I won't lie and say that he didn't have anything to do with my decision. He did. But he wasn't so much the impetus as another incentive. It only further tipped the scale. So I'm staying in little Grass Valley. I feel a lot better, having decided that for sure. Now I just have to do the hard part and tell Natalie. Poor girl. Her heart's been set on us three in San Francisco for almost a year. And now I'm bailing on her. But I need to do what's best for me, and I just feel like staying is what's best for me.