In

Well, I made it. The cars are all in tact. I'm in tact. I kind of want to shoot my father, but all is well.

Now I have to find a house, or an apartment, or a very sturdy box to set up shop in for a while. I really don't need anything fantastic, but the cost of living is so much cheaper here I'm tempted to buy a monster house. Just because I can. Then again, I could buy the house I NEED, pay it off sooner, and use it as an investment property. But how fun would that be? That would actually be...gasp...adult or something.

Really, when it comes down to it, I don't care. I know in time I will care, but right now I really don't. I could live in a shoe box for all I care. Here is a good place to be for now. It's slow paced. VERY slow paced...I can't even buy coffee on Sunday! What the hell have I done!!!

But I know I won't be here forever, anymore than I was "there" forever. Forever is a very long time. I know I'll be here for a while. A year. Maybe two. Possibly three. It depends. Hell, Johnny Depp could come to his senses and realise that I am his perfect woman and come save me from my mundane life. Uh huah. Yeah. I'm holding my breath.

For now, I just need a flat surface to study for the bar. I need a bed to sleep in. I need a roof over my head. Heat would be good too. Yeah. I like heat. And I suppose I could spring for indoor plumbing. But damn, the all original mahogany library with the rolley ladder would be really fricken cool. Oh well. Maybe someday George will build me my dream house with a library and a rolley ladder. A girl can dream.