I wish someone would have sat me down and told me this was a bad idea. I am a New Yorker living in Sacramento, California. As such, I am destined to be a fish out of water. With my skinny jeans, black t-shirts, converse, camel lights, and severe reactions to too much heat or sunlight, this is probably not the place for me. Yet, I didn’t connect these dots until after the fact, after I signed a lease until July of 2012. Now I’m locked in. I have a lease and an enrollment at a law school that I would love a lot more if it were on the east coast. But at least until next year I need to make this work.