I've lived in California for almost four months. (I shouldn't count the first two months, which consisted of staying inside and studying for the bar exam. Results [gulp ... I'm not confident about my performance on this exam- its been a lot of years since I've had to take an exam!- and I think it would really stink to have to retake this exam ... gulp gulp gulp] come out on Friday the 13th. Gulp again). It has been a much bigger transition than I imagined. I'm still adjusting. I miss my chickens. I miss my friends, my job, my home. I miss having a life of my own. I miss knowing how to find a local Target without ending up on a never-ending bridge and paying a toll to get back across said bridge.
I'll be home for a visit soon.
