I was back in Utah for a few days to be sworn in as a proud member of the Utah Bar Association. (Yeah, basically, when I was a junior highschooler, imagining myself published and totally wealthy by 26, what I really meant was LAWYER WITH DUAL ADMISSION.)
I love "Austin" in the Fall. 85 degrees and blue skies. Palm trees inside, autumn-scented Bath and Body Works candles inside. (Uh, yeah, autumn has a scent. And it comes in Bath and Body Works candles Can't believe you didn't know that.)
But being back home - even wearing my orange coat from last fall - made me very nostalgic for when my life was broke and awesome.
I worked in a super laid back office. Everybody was chill, even if most of them were BYU fans. (And one of them sang at me once. Scratch that. Several times.) I always finished work by 5 pm, and never felt compelled to take anything home. I made just enough money to justify eating overly expensive sandwiches and soup every day at lunch. (Miss you, Hagermans.) Several of my law school homies worked just around the corner. The boy I was dating lived within walking distance of my office. Going to a Ute game didn't involve packing and airports.
I have very mixed feelings about living in Austin. I love most of the people I work with, even if only a few of them are chill. I almost never finish work by 5 pm, and I always feel like I have to do something at home. I make more money, but I pay more taxes, and there are no fun places to walk to lunch, so mostly I drink a can of V8 (which I hate) and a can of Slim Fast (which I hate more). I do not feel that this routine has resulted in a smaller ass size, and now I resent the case of Slim Fast I bought at Costco. (But at least I'm prepared for the zombie apocalypse.)
I love my apartment, but I don't love my ward. (Sorry, ward. It's not me, it's you.) I love sleeping with my windows open in November, I hate that there's no snow.
Being a lawyer is not at all what I thought it would be like. And I was expecting it to not meet my expectations.
I'm going back again in a few days for the TCU Blackout game and to hang out with my friends and family this weekend. (Please don't rob my awesome apartment.) I hope I'm less nostalgic, I hope I have some magic epiphany about what I need to do to get my life in order. I hope we kick the hell out of TCU, and I have at least three excuses to put on a scarf.
If any two of those things happens -- particularly the beating TCU part -- I will be completely content. For at least another week.