The title of this post is not completely on-point, but I do love Journey, don’t you?
It is a lovely Friday night at the end of an incredibly hectic week, dear readers. Despite the fact that it’s only 9 pm and I am tempted to go to sleep, and the fact that I spent approximately 12 hours on the computer today at work, I thought I’d do a little blogging. I know at least 2 people who are disappointed when I don’t post more often, so here you go (hi, M. & T.)
This week I had a whirlwind trip up to Seattle to attend a fundraising event sponsored by one of my firm’s biggest clients. It was a very positive trip and a great thing career-wise. I got to meet the 2 main in-house litigation counsel of our clients, who I talk to on the phone a lot; tour around their offices (a pretty office park, but the cublcle-ness was a bit reminiscent of Office Space); and spend lots of QT with one of the big partners at my firm. He’s an incredibly impressive man who somehow is able to manage the firm, be one of the highest billing lawyers at the firm, and have a family life. (He doesn’t sleep more than a handful of hours a night, I guess that helps.)
Aside from all that, it was really nice to be in Seattle (albeit for only 24 hours) and I started to think (again) about what it would be like to move to a different city. When you get right down to it, I’m a Pacific Northwest girl, and so, even though I have never lived in Seattle and haven’t even visited it that many times, being there felt like coming home. The feel of the morning air, the trees and the river, the intangible something I can’t describe. On Wednesday night I went to a Mariners game, and being outside as it got colder, everyone bundled up in coats and watching the game, I remembered going to football games in high school, even when it was cold, even when it was raining, it was always so fun. I looked around at the crowd and I felt, for lack of a better word, like myself. There is some fundamental way in which I still feel, even after 10 years of living in Southern California, like L.A. isn’t really “me.”
This is going to sound ridiculous, but at the game sitting in front of us was a guy. He was an all around average guy — jeans, flannel shirt, darling smile, glasses. He talked baseball a bit with the men I was with, but I didn’t get much of a sense of him. Still, I had a strange thought: maybe this is the kind of guy I should be dating. A regular, attractive guy who likes baseball. Someone uncomplicated. Someone who doesn’t work in the entertainment industry. Someone who doesn’t wear designer jeans or spend as much time getting ready as I do. Do guys like this exist in L.A? I guess I won’t find out till the mancation ends.
But I digress. Anyway, I found myself imagining what my life might be like in Seattle. Perhaps I would get a job at a law firm in downtown Seattle and live in a condo and keep living the big city life. Perhaps I would leave the firm life and live outside the city in a real house. I could do anything, really. And being within driving distance of my parents woud be so nice!
Then I think of the reality of what such a change would mean and it’s terrifying. For starters, I’d have to (assuming I want to keep being a lawyer) take another state’s bar. Yuck. Maybe even more daunting, I’d be in a city where I don’t know anybody. Now, I’m a social person, but the friends I have in L.A. are friends accumulated over a decade: college, law school, work. Even with all the friends I have here, I am still lonely from time to time. I can’t even imagine what it would be like to start from scratch.
Then again, if I’m going to make a change, now is the time. Yes, I have a great job and fantastic friends. But I have no BF/husband, no mortgage, no real problem with tying up loose ends, loading up my car and driving off into the sunset, just me and Noodles.
Dear readers, what do you think?