People have always told me that I am a "happy" person - I generally try to be upbeat, and for the most part, I really love life. I essentially have nothing to complain about (except for the ridiculously loud next door neighbor who is currently blaring spanish news at ungodly decibels of sound), and I live my life to the fullest.
However, I feel sure that at some point I have blogged about how much I hate change, and I'm not too adept at dealing with life without my regular routine. For those reasons, I've pretty much abandoned Charleston every weekend and retreated back to my haven(s) in Spartanburg.
We had fall break last weekend, so I was in Spartanburg from Wednesday through today. I worked in the office Wed, Thurs, Fri and part of today and was so happy to be back doing my old job. I felt smart, in control and like I was part of something - things I never, ever feel at law school.
However, after an inward glance, and the input of a few people, I realize that life is not about being a nomad and retreating to familiarity whenever possible. Sure, my job was great and I loved every minute, and maybe going to law school wasn't entirely my own idea, but I'm here now and I need to deal with it.
I made a silent pact with myself on my drive today that I'm going to abstain from going to Spartanburg from now until Thanksgiving (however, the fact that I made a pact with myself deems the whole thing a farce. I can somehow never seem to hold myself accountable for...myself). Nonetheless, I'm going to try. It's time I live my own life instead of chipping off bits of everyone else's and claiming it as my own.
