I was let go from my new job yesterday, and I was going to move back to Sacramento and start the semester, but I decided to stay. I’ve been wrestling with the decision all week, and talking to Jasmine about it everyday. She’s kept me sane through this whole ordeal. I realized last night that moving down to LA with a plan b isn’t a risk, but riding out the storm with no cushion is. I talked all this shit about wanting change and craving adventure, and now I have it. I’m going to make this work.