There's a part of me that feels guilty for not doing any of the awesome things young adults my age ought to be doing. After all, I'm the same age as Amy Winehouse and Nicky Hilton, and I get the feeling they get out a whole lot more than I do. I blame part of this on the law-school-as-temporal-wormhole phenomenon: first year was college, second year was my early twenties so I yelled at people a lot, and third year was that depressing time in one's late twenties when, I'm told, one has to accept the fact that yes, really, that is your credit report, and you do have to pay those bills.
But on the other hand, I had a fun weekend just being boring. We went to Old Town and ate very meaty chili and drank a pitcher of beer. I then discovered a Nine West Outlet (!) and had a field day. I watched movies and tried to teach my puppy to dance. I looked a houses that I might actually be able to afford, and roasted chicken and read The Economist (which found us again after 4 months). I researched charities that we might want to donate money to and we talked about what John would actually like to do with his life. I thought a bit about what it might be like to be married, and stood in the freezing outside and talked with our neighbor whose first kid is 3 weeks old. And puppy and I took a good walk around the river on a sunny day, after he hung out at the office with me for a few hours while I drafted a motion in my pro bono custody case.
Should I be disappointed in myself?
But on the other hand, I had a fun weekend just being boring. We went to Old Town and ate very meaty chili and drank a pitcher of beer. I then discovered a Nine West Outlet (!) and had a field day. I watched movies and tried to teach my puppy to dance. I looked a houses that I might actually be able to afford, and roasted chicken and read The Economist (which found us again after 4 months). I researched charities that we might want to donate money to and we talked about what John would actually like to do with his life. I thought a bit about what it might be like to be married, and stood in the freezing outside and talked with our neighbor whose first kid is 3 weeks old. And puppy and I took a good walk around the river on a sunny day, after he hung out at the office with me for a few hours while I drafted a motion in my pro bono custody case.
Should I be disappointed in myself?
