Dear Derek,

I honestly didn't think you were going to answer me. I thought you would leave all those things unsaid, but I'm glad you didn't. I needed to hear (or read) this and I couldn't get to LA without it.

So, I just thought I'd say how things are going here.

I woke up this morning with the sun shining. The perfectly polished grains of sand reflected the sunlight. Right behind my house, hot 20-year-olds were already surfing away. I got into my Calvin Klein and my Jimmy Choos and headed out to my first day of work as senior gynaecologist in a small-town medicine practice. Life seemed perfect in what is by far the most beautiful beach in the United States. But, you know what, Derek? This sucks.

The second I step into the practice, I think everything will be fine. Turns out that the receptionist happens to be one of the hot 20-year-old surfers and I quickly spot Naomi and Sam sitting there. What I didn't know is that Naomi didn't even bother to tell anyone that I was coming.

All of a sudden, everyone hates me. They have this whole organizational system going on, where they close themselves in a self-sufficient group that doesn't have a care in the world for outsiders. This is how I'm feeling here, Derek. As an outsider. As I thought leaving Seattle would never make me feel.

And, today, I saved a girl's life. I performed a freaking C-section in a non-sterile environment. In fact, she was lying down in a bed with sheets which, by the way, were already used for like 500 births, and I scrubbed in with freaking Palmolive soap. Seriously, Derek. Palmolive.

And I saved mother and baby.

Then, why the hell do they think I'm not good enough for their practice? Why don't they see that I'm doing my best here to adapt to this? I wanna be a part of it, Derek. I really do. But, they just don't see that.

However, not everything is a reason to walk away. I met a new guy today. He is an alternative medicine guru, and his name is Pete Wilder. He seemed very, very nice, if you know what I mean. I hear he's single. We'll see how that goes.

How's Meredith? Tell her I'm sorry for what happened three years ago. I never had a chance to say I'm sorry. Also, tell her that I know the Grey-Shepherd union is gonna last a long time. I'm crossing my fingers for you two!

How's Mark? Is he okay? I didn't wanna hurt him with my last letter. Would you please tell him that? Tell him I'm sorry. And say that I miss him. He is very important to me too. Just not in that way.

Make sure you say hi to Callie and Richard for me, okay?

From your dearly beloved ex-wife,

Addie F. Montgomery