The end ...

Memo
To: Capital C Readers (both of you)
From: Capital C
Re: The demise of the blog

I did not want to write this post. The one where I admit that I am not Capital Callie anymore. Because I did not want to leave D.C. And writing about leaving D.C. made it real. (I am still not sure how it becomes more real than packing up my car and driving the 2,500 miles back to Utah, and then living here for a month already, but it does, OK.) But here I am anyway. Here in Utah, with my parents, in my old bedroom.

For the record, I have had a good summer. A really good summer, minus the whole studying for the bar business. I went to Boston. I went to New York. I finished my list. I drove across the country, again, even driving part of the way myself, and I finally stopped in Chicago. I survived the bar. I went to Bear Lake. I went to Cafe Rio. I went on drives in a convertible. I looked at the stars. I held hands. I read stories to the neighbors. I went shopping. In a week I will go to California. I am a lucky girl.

But I will admit this: I am a bit lost. Yesterday I forgot my Virginia address. The one I lived at until six weeks ago. I had to look it up. Then today, twice, I instinctively entered 22202 in the box for my zip code. Then I remembered, and deleted. I miss my old life. And my people.

But, I am home. I am going to start a new life, one of these days. I just need to decide what my new life will be. I am not sure yet how to do that. But I do know this: I am going to work at a law firm in Salt Lake. I start on September 13. I am going to try my best to be a good attorney. And I am going to like it. And I will worry about the rest later.

P.S. This is my last post. Thanks for reading.