Things are a little different now, obviously. My dad isn't here to warm up my clothes in the dryer before I have to get dressed. I don't even have a dryer. And I'm walking to work, alone, instead of being driven to school by my dad (or in a van-full of neighborhood children). But still, there is something familiar about it. It's weird to think about the span of weather I will have seen in just four months by the time December comes. When I arrived nine weeks ago, it was the heat wave of the century, the city was ablaze and shrouded in smoke. Being from Southern California, this ever-changing weather is a new experience for me. I wouldn't go as far as to say we lack seasons back home, but the changes are subtle and the weather mild.