The End.

My first year of law school has come to an end. We survived. When I came home after my first final yesterday, I felt the tears sting my eyes before I had even placed the key in the lock. They were tears fear and worry and…just plain exhaustion. I crawled to the finish line with bruised knees, bloody knuckles and a battered brain while AB bounded across a happy carefree well-adjusted preschooler.

Now what?

I have absolutely no idea. I have zero motivation. Well, I do have an iota of motivation. Rent for the apartment and tuition for AB. And let us not forget food, phone and internet. But aside from that I have no desire to work.

So I have decided to take a day or two. Decompress from one of the hardest years of my life and figure out what I really want to do with this life. Right now. 1 year…5 years…10 years from now.

It’s reevaluation time, folks.

Moving Pains.

For the past few weeks I have been going back and forth on how exactly I plan on moving to Chicago with AB: to drive or to fly?

While flying seems the cheaper way with the cost of gas as it is, by driving I would be able to take a great deal more of our stuff and will not have to worry about the logistics of getting various things while I am there.  So overall it seemed like the better investment.

AB still has yet to grasp that we are moving to a new city, that she will be leaving Kamora (her bestest friend in the whole wide world), and that she will be starting school. 

We leave on Sunday. Therefore I have roughly 6 more days to get everything squared away here.  I have been “packing” for a few weeks now.  In reality, I feel like I have just been moving stuff around. We have just accumulated so much stuff. 

This is a brand new start for us.  This has been the first time that we have lived alone. After I left her father, I moved back in with my parents. So, in a way, it has never been just me and her.

My excitement is coupled with trepidation as I think about my classmates. I recieved and e-mail from one the mentors that the Student Body Association matched me up with and she’s younger than me! I have only been out of school for two years, but I am already feeling like I’m over the hill. I worry about missing out on the bonding that inevitably happens over drinks in the evenings. I’m going to need to find a good babysitter with a quickness. Give me a break, my social life has been considerably lacking for the past three years. 

Who knows maybe I’ll even start dating. *Gasp*