My Life, As Told Between (Baby Cakes') Naps

Summer’s approaching and I’m getting antsy.  Something’s been bothering me for the last couple of weeks and it’s slowly dawning on me that what’s bothering me is the fact that it’s almost May and I don’t have plans to move anytime soon.  This is it.  I’m here permanently.  At least for the foreseeable future. 

Over the last eight years, I’ve lived in a succession of dorm rooms and apartments, spanning six different cities, covering both coasts and one other country.  Towards the end of law school, I was getting tired of the constant upheaval and uprooting (even though it was self-imposed) and slowly coming to regret accepting my job offer in New York.  Aside from the horrendous stories I had heard about being a New York big firm lawyer, I knew that I wouldn’t be there for long.  California would always be home for me.  I spent much of my third year shivering and plotting ways to get back to California (well, thinking about it anyways – “plotting” may be too proactive a word).  As luck would have it, there was an unexpected opening in the LA office of my firm and I was thrilled to get the call last summer to make the switch (unfortunately, this also reinforced my belief that if I do nothing, things will work out).  Now, after having been back in California for almost a year, my wanderlust is starting to act up again and I’m pondering what cities I want to try out next.  It’s funny, I’ve always known I was going to settle down in California, and thought I was ready for that after I finished law school, but now I’m not so sure.  Even if I were to settle in California, it wouldn’t be in LA.  At the same time, I love the people I work with and am getting so much mentorship and training, I’d be an idiot to leave anytime soon.  I guess I have to start being an adult at some point, right?