It’s scorching during the day and down right pleasant in the evenings in Southern California now. Sushi likes to join me on the swing–as long as it’s not moving.
I had kind of prepared for this when I left California; I brought an extra dufflebag to take my clothes home in, but I didn’t really think it would be that big of a deal. My big suitcase has booze, my dress, and my pocket knife in it. That’s it. I hope the people I’m bringing this stuff home for appreciate it!
And I wouldn’t have it any other way. Where else can I stay up until 2am talking about sex, religion and mutual crazy people my circle of friends have dated while I played with a battle ax and one kilted man paints Nordic henna-style runes on a shirtless man in their living room? Good lord, I have missed my Montana friends.