I have been wanting to write again for a long time, but I haven't had time. Nor have I had any ideas. Life is sweet sometimes. I am glad to be home. I love my apartment. California was an adventure. I had two interviews in one day. It was a very short trip. I got there on Sunday night and I flew back on Wednesday am. in a way, it was like a dream. My hotel was this lodge that look scary. Close to the highway. Close to a bar that opens in the morning. In front of a gas station. California has a flair. You breath cool over there. The mountains. The coffee shops. The restaurants and the architecture. It snows sometimes and you see the snow from far away. You never forget that. You never forget the place where you learned English. California means a lot to me. I was happy there. I was young and naive back then. I was more of an immigrant. I was more hopeful and not so tired. There are thousands of things I wasn't when I lived in California. And yet, I was so much. Thi...