It's Always Something

April: Passed the bar exam, immediately started volunteering at the local legal aid and handing out my resume like it was candy. 

May: My mother sat me down and asked what my five-year plan was. Get a job, get a place with Boyfriend, practice law, get my feet under me, apply for reciprocity in literally any other jurisdiction but here and ultimately move the hell out of my hometown. She hemmed and hawed and said that’s what would happen. “Just you watch. You can buy me a drink and I can tell you ‘I told you so’ by your birthday.”  It pains me that even though I’m not living in her house anymore, she’s still right about an overwhelming number of things.

June: Started my Real Lawyer Job.  First week was punctuated by me having a shouting match with another attorney who wanted me to serve as Guardian Ad Litem in a case he’d already kicked me off of while I was still volunteering.  I’m still shocked that a practicing attorney can speak to a peer (?) like that and hang up on them and still get clients. 

July: Searched for and found a townhouse that frankly is a little insane as far as rent is concerned.  Signed the lease anyway, Boyfriend was ready to kill his roommate.  Familiarity breeds contempt.  Spent fourth of july in Chicago with his family. Went well, aside from having nearly every one of his parents’ friends asking me “When are you getting married?” like the fact that i’d worked my ass off to become a lawyer and get a job is of no consequence. 

August: Signed the lease. Bought stuff for the apartment well in advance and had this dragon-hoard mountain of housewares in the corner of his dining room.

September: We moved in. Putting our stuff together was weird. 

October, November, & December: Settled in, developed a routine. Had the worst holiday season probably ever for me.  I got homesick, my dad’s girlfriend got upset with me for not being there on xmas eve (even though i specifically asked him if he wanted me to come over and he declined). Went to see Boyfriend’s family for new years’ and was promptly reprimanded for not being engaged and having no intention of having children. We left and came home a day early.

January and February were a blur of work and household maintenance. 

March. Mid-month, I had the worst week ever at work, my boss looking at me like i was an idiot for reasons outside my control.  And the weekend of St. Patrick’s day, we were scheduled to go to a theatre show. He got down on one knee and proposed. I cried, he cried, I said yes, the ring was too big. We broke the news to our families, who were all shocked, pleased, or already knew (my dad). 

And here we are in April. We still haven’t set a date, or picked where we’re going on our honeymoon. All i know is we’re getting married at the courthouse and I’m going to wear a white dress. That’s as far as we’ve gotten. And for now, that’s okay.

We’re looking at moving somewhere smaller, less expensive, and saving for the wedding, a downpayment on a house, and a puppy. It’s going to be an interesting few months, with big things happening at work and at home. 

I have two massive cases in front of the same judge, one going to summary judgment and one going to mediation, so this next week is going to be very busy. I still hate summary judgment,but it’s not my motion to argue so (more or less) it’s not my problem.