Last night my roommate and I were watching the Real Housewives of OC, an addiction and guilty pleasure of many of my friends and law school classmates. As we watched all the women with bleached blonde hair, tanning-bed tinted skin, and heavy black eyeliner (both the 'housewives' and their daughters) drive around in their Hummers, I asked myself why I was moving back to California.
Then this morning I walked outside. Pouring rain, gusty winds, and dark skies. Waiting for the bus, which was 10 minutes late, I remembered why I am moving back. I can control the people I am surrounded by, but I cannot control the weather (or public transportation).
Just a few days left until California, sun, and Thanksgiving food.
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I am one homesick little 1L. California can't come soon enough.
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