Amber is gone. She left me her uniforms as promised and refused to take money for them since they were already used. I arrive home feeling disappointed and envious at the same time. I deposit the uniforms on my bed. I’ll have to get dressed in one soon for my first shift.

I’m disappointed that Amber’s gone but it’s selfish of me to wish that she would have stayed. I’m envious because I wish I was headed back to Los Angeles.

If you want to go back you better work for it and start contacting people, I tell myself. I have some friends but most of the work-related acquaintances are...