I’m going to the University of Chicago for law school! It’s been decided, and I am more relieved than I can explain here.

Figuring out my next step has been exhausting, thrilling, stressful, uncertain and, well, all other sorts of adjectives, but I feel good about this, though a bit apprehensive about how hard it’ll be and how cold Chicago will be. I was at more or less a complete impasse until I had the aha! realization that a lot of my indecision had been stemming from my reluctance to give up my life in New York and uproot myself. But I’m determined to be back and, really, it’s nine months out of the year — now I’m just excited to choose housing, buy a UChicago hoodie and to find out what my 1L classes will be! (I know, the peppiness is nauseating, but cut me some slack. Life decisions are hard.)

I definitely realized that I’m glad I took time off, even if I did end up arriving at the conclusion that I’d anticipated two years ago. I know that I’m in a much better mindset to be able to succeed in law school — more focused, etc. I had time to figure out some stuff about, you know, life. I met a lot of wonderful people. I definitely have a clear idea about what I want and can expect out of a legal career, and I also have a better idea of what to or not to prioritize in law school and later on.

So, yeah, big week for me.

Getting out of career-planning-mode, I also had an IB Hot-Pot Party at my apartment when DK was in town, followed not long thereafter by IB Hot-Pot Party Part Deux to finish up the remaining food due to certain … miscalculations … of ideal meat to people ratios. (Ahem, Amy.)

We also had a farewell party for one of my co-workers at Havana Outpost, which has great margaritas. Yum. It was a lot of fun, but I wish I remembered more of it. I’m told I enjoyed myself, so that’s good, I suppose.