I haven’t blogged in a long time.
A LONG TIME.
A lot of that has to do with the circumstances. I graduated law school, took the bar, and was
working at a job I hated. I had no
motivation, no excitement in my life. I’ll
touch on these at a later date. Those
events are the past.
This is the present.
And the present is a GIFT.
Over the past three weeks, I have had the ride of a
lifetime. People have been asking me what
happened, so here is a nice timeline of the end of Feb/ beginning of
March: Things went kind of like this:
Thursday before the Feb. Bar Exam: Got a call for an interview. Didn’t get the position because I was “not
experienced enough.” Said thanks,
etc. I was just glad I got a call.
Fifteen mins later: A temporary position opened up as soon
as I got off the phone with HR. Did I
want to interview for it? Obviously I
said sure. HR said that “they” wanted me
to come to NYC. I had no idea who “they”
were, but I knew they were in the legal department and pretty high up. I was internally freaked out because hey, I
was in crazy-five-days-before-the-bar mode.
As in I don’t think I showered that day.
But I said SURE, lets do it. I’ll
come up next week. I made a flight and
pushed it out of my brain because—let’s be honest—I needed all the space
available to remember the English Covenants and the elements of conspiracy in
Virginia.
Monday: Drive to Norfolk.
Listened to a sermon on the radio on the way there (stop judging me) and
sobbed hysterically. If you’ve taken a
bar exam, you know where I was mentally at that point.
Tuesday and Wednesday:
Took the bar exam. NO BIG.
Wednesday Night: Drove back to RVA.
Thursday: Flew to NYC.
Friday, 1 p.m.: Interviewed.
Tried to form coherent sentences.
Friday, 3 p.m.: Got offered the temporary position. And oh hey, could I start Wednesday? Kept my
cool on the phone. Hung up and danced on the sidewalk.
Friday, 3:15 p.m.: Reality set in. What on earth??! Am I moving to NYC for three
months? Proceeded to begin to cry. In public. Normal. After speaking with my parents and boyfriend,
I decided that this was an amazing opportunity for me to gain experience, get
to know NYC, and generally get out of the rut I have been in for the past few months. LET’S DO THIS!
Saturday: Went
apartment hunting. Shout out to my fantastic
friend Holland, who not only let me stay with her for the weekend, but went
apartment hunting with me. By some miracle
of God, we found a perfect apartment right near her.
Ok, maybe “apartment” is too strong a word.
It’s a shoebox. A
Prada shoebox, because of how expensive it is.
It’s tiny, but perfect for my needs.
But I can touch both walls if I lay down and stretch out my hands/ legs. Oh, and I had to basically sell a kidney on
the black market to pay for it. It’s a
short term solution for sure.
Sunday: Flew back to DC.
My amazing boyfriend agreed to drive me back to Richmond from there
because flights are so much cheaper.
Thanks babe!
Monday: Packed like a mad woman.
Tuesday: Flew back to NYC, tried to unpack and get some sort
of order in my life.
Wednesday: OH HEY I STARTED WORK!
Then, that weekend, I flew back home for a baby shower for
my wonderful best friend since kindergarten.
She was BEAUTIFUL! And at 7
months pregnant, she was wearing heels.
I can only hope that I am as pretty as she is when I’m pregnant, but I
am probably going to be angry/ fat/ wearing sweatpants only. I am so excited to meet her little man!
So now, after this crazy few weeks, I have decided that I
need to start blogging regularly. I have
free time now, and am doing fun things!
I’ll be documenting my time in New York City as a young, broke
20-something, as well as continuing to blog about the legal life.
Here’s to the next big adventure.
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