I am going to California tomorrow,
I am going to California tomorrow,

I am going to California tomorrow,
I am going to California tomorrow,
I am going to California tomorrow,
I am going to California tomorrow,
I am going to California tomorrow,
I WILL BE IN CALIFORNIA TOMORROW!
Hello, Golden State! Hello, San Francisco!
WOULDN’T LIFE BE PERFECT
IF SWEATPANTS WERE SEXY,
MONDAYS WERE FUN, JUNK
FOOD DIDN’T MAKE YOU FAT,
GIRLS DIDN’T CAUSE SO
MUCH DRAMA, GUYS
WEREN’T SO CONFUSING,
AND GOODBYES ONLY
MEANT UNTIL TOMORROW…

— Taped to the back of a card my Mom sent me today

My client and I were hanging out in the dollar store parking lot as she smoked a cigarette, and I watched from the driver seat.

A woman,her ragged car parked across from mine, struggled to change a flat tire. Her male friend looked on and they tinkered with different rusty tools and jacks and wheels with little success.

The woman turned to my client and asked her a question that my client deflected to me.

“Do you have 14 inch tires? My friend has 16 inch tires and I was going to use his but they’re not the same…”

“I couldn’t tell you,” I said. “I really dont’t know.”

She continued to stare at me, sweaty skin, ragged black hair. She looked tethered. “You got a donut spare I could use?”

My first thought was trying to explain to my dad that I’d given away my spare tire to a shady woman in the dollar store parking lot.

“I can’t do that, no. Sorry.”

When we returned home, I told the story to another client and her staff. We all laughed at the thought of it, and my client joked, “what if I let her have one of the wheels off your car?”

“You’d have to walk home,” I told her, “we’d have to walk home.”

The entire night I’ve had the vision of a car with only three wheels. It would still stand and wouldn’t look entirely ruined, but it would be hard to drive.

My boyfriend and I separated last night, after a lengthy bout with long distance and life. Today has been a daze — and I feel like a car with only three wheels.

A few weeks ago, I spoke with a professor who told me, in a time when I was in extreme doubt, something that has been keeping me going. She said, “when you’re at the point of frustration with something, and you want to give up, don’t; that moment means you’re close to finding the answer to your problem.”

So I’ve reached that point — wanting to give up. And I’m not frustrated because I don’t want to do this anymore, but because I’ve been so close to the answers for so long and I cannot by any stretch obtain them at this time.