I’m sitting on my bed in an otherwise empty apartment, or what will be a nearly empty apartment. In 30 minutes, my supervisor will come, or the gas man, or electricity man, or the apartment man. Then I will hand over my keys and that will be that.

I’ve been back in California for a month now, and I’ve forgotten what clouds look like, with it the smell of sudden, summer rain. Every day is sunnier than the last. I’ve been getting hives that come and go, everyday, without fail. I guess my body is still adjusting.

In other news, I had a lovely Labor Day weekend in Monterey, am still looking for a job, and am bothering my mother everyday. I am grateful.