It's 10:00 on Wednesday morning and all that stands between me and home is the graduation fair, which starts at 11:00. I plan on being there at like 10:45 so I can be first in line to fill out all the forms I need and order my announcements. I have to admit, I'm a little sad that I've decided not to walk at graduation with the rest of my friends but, when I think about it, would I really rather be in West Virginia, or would I rather go home, have some free time before the bar class starts and adopt my puppy? There's really no comparison, but it is still a little sad. I made my choice and I made it for some very good reasons, but that doesn't mean that I can't still be slightly sad about missing graduation.
Still, I will celebrate in some way. My parents have been talking about planning a party (nothing fancy, we're not fancy people, just a cookout or something), which would be pretty fun. I'd really like to have some friends and family come over--after all, this IS my biggest life accomplishment to date. Hard to believe I'm only six or so weeks away from being totally finished.
In the last push before finals, I don't really have very much left to do. Since I turned in the memo in crim pro, all I really need to do is go to class and keep reading and outlining. Crim pro is my only sit down final, so that's also pretty sweet. I'll be home by May 1st. Permanently home.
This is my seventh year of higher education. I didn't take any time off between college and law school (which, I'm learning, is apparently the norm) and, for the last seven years, I haven't lived in the same place for any extended period of time. In college, I moved every year. Freshman year, I lived in a dorm. Sophomore year, the sorority house. Junior year, apartment. Senior year, the most amazing townhouse in the world. And I alternated between there and home. In law school I've lived in the same apartment all the way through, but, of course, I go back and forth every other weekend and I don't stay in any one place regularly. I split my time between my parent's house, Andy's dad's house, and Andy's apartment. It makes me feel like a bit of a drifter, like I don't belong in any one place. And I guess I don't.
But I'm looking forward to moving home and belonging somewhere permanently, without thinking that in a couple months I'll have to move back to West Virginia or somewhere else. I will, of course, get my own house/apartment/townhouse/abandoned cardboard box somewhere sometime, but for a little while at least (while I study for and take the bar and then wait for the results), I will be living with my parents. What a relief to not have to budget for rent!
Hopefully, too, I'll be engaged before long... Well, no sense counting your chicks before they're hatched, but regardless I will be just fine. I'm going to be a lawyer, after all, and I am zealously applying to all sorts of jobs. I'm not picky, I just want one--any one. Enough to pay my bills and get me a place of my own before I turn into a really dried up spinster. Oh well, at least I have options. I won't die. In fact, quite the contrary. Before long, I will be working and I will be able to afford all those beautiful power shoes I have dreamed of all along.
For now, though, I'm going home for spring break. I'm going to get my hair cut, work a little bit at my dad's store (hey, I'm not above selling worms), make some new contacts, have a job interview, shamelessly hand out resumes and give my "elevator speech" to anyone and everyone who will listen to me for any period of time. Someone will hire me!
First things first though---Andy's dad's for a delicious steak and asparagus dinner (and lots and lots of wine).
Cheers!
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