This, apparently, is what we call a conundrum solved.

Today I decided to stay in San Diego instead of moving to Norfolk with Shannon and Shawn. That makes this the third plan I've had since mid-September. And I do like my plans. And when I make plans, I like to be certain about them. I would never tell people that "I'm not sure," or that "This is what I'm thinking right now," because, darn it, I made a decision and I'm right about it and that's how it's going to be.

Until, apparently, it's not, and I change my mind.

I don't like feeling fickle. But I do want to be happy. The last five years of my life have been a constant state of flux. And then, at a time when I am genuinely happy right where I am, I felt compelled to pull that all up and transplant again.

I know that transplantation is a good thing sometimes, that it encourages growth and development. But honestly, there was going to be an awful lot of change involved. And even with staying in the same town, there's still going to be a decent amount of change.

There really wasn't a "suck-free" option, this time. Someone was going to be less than happy. I am praying that it will be for the best in the end.

Man, the last time I had to work this hard to convince myself that I was making the right decision was when I broke up with J.P. (If you're reading this, by the way, that's a compliment.)

Here's to changes of plans.