August 31, 2011
Go and be a lawyer, and don’t look back.
Susan Estrich
August 30, 2011

Eric Church - Can’t Take It With You

If I have a favorite song, this might be it.

Which, to be honest, is kinda embarrassing—that my favorite song is some lost track by a B-List pop-country star (with whom I am more than a little obsessed). But this song is the song that I could listen to on repeat, it’s the song I sing loudest to in the car, and it’s the song I put on at the end of a run when I need my legs to somehow keep going and get me home. I’ve listened to it a bajillion times (actually, according to my iTunes, just thousands, but that’s still a lot) over years and years, and every single time, I pretty much project whatever mood I’m in on the girl making her getaway. So, whenever I hear this dumb song, I see this fictional girl a different way. Sometimes she’s sad and crying, a lot of the time she’s real pissed and hellbent on getting out of there, but lately, she’s free as a fucking bird, and she’s got her sunglasses on and the window rolled down and her elbow out in the breeze and a good song on the radio turned up, and everything she could possibly need in that car with her, and she’s movin’, and fast, and it doesn’t even matter where she’s going. She’s just leaving the past behind, and she is everything she needs. 

I’ve had this song on a lot lately, it having everything to do with all of the leaving and goodbyes that I have been doing over the past few months. And I guess I’m putting this stupid, embarrassing song up today as the Last Ever Morning Jam and the final piece of myself on this blog.  Here it is, along with the fact that it’s my favorite song and my leaving song and I guess I just want to be sure that I don’t leave without putting this here, on my corner of the internet, as a thank you and as a farewell and as a reassurance that this blog has given me more than I could have ever, ever, ever hoped for. You have all been more than I could ever hope for. And it seems that I’m at a point where I’m on the move and I have everything I need and I am everything I need and I can’t leave enough gratitude here, not in one post and not in a million.

This blog, and being able to share myself with all of you, has been an incredible gift.

And they say you can’t take it with you when you go.

"Here I am. Twenty-five years young, still eating Ramen noodles, carrying a backpack, and believing that the children are the future. These are my tales as I struggle to enter adulthood once and for all."

[My blog description blurb thing, as it stands and has always stood.]

I’m not going to bury the lead on this one, so here it is: I’m quitting the blogging game, and retiring the Docket. 

There are a few reasons why, and I want to take a second to explain. Mostly though, I just want to thank all of you for reading.

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August 29, 2011
You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place, I told him, like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.

Reading Lolita in Tehran, Azar Nafisi 

Via.

GPOY

GPOY

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One Republic - Good Life

This has been a strange, strange summer, in the middle of a strange year of transition.

This summer was full of a lot of things that I never expected. I was moved to tears (see: the two months I spent entirely emotionally compromised) on several occasions, for reasons good and bad. I have spent the last three months doing things I never thought I could, being someone I only hoped back in January that I could be. And it’s been amazing.

This stupid song has popped up all over the place for me this summer, and it seems to be everywhere the past few weeks. I’m sitting in my new (dream) apartment, tan and rested and full in every sense. Tomorrow marks my last day of funemployment; the big job starts on Wednesday. I feel like a kid on Christmas, and I’m beyond ready to roll up my sleeves and start doing some work, and hopefully, maybe, some good. It has been a summer of goodbyes, and change, and adjustments, and though this is my first year in over twenty that I am not going back to school, I feel like this is my biggest new start yet. I feel like things are good, and are going to continue to be good, and I’m excited about who I am these days and where I’m going and I am putting up this song unironically to reflect that. Feel free to vom, but that’s where we’re at these days.

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August 26, 2011
Left me with nothing left to do but leave.
Officially closing the book on Brighton was a lot sadder than I thought it would be.  I keep being totally surprised at all of the “end of an era” nostalgia I’m getting about really weird parts of my law school life.

Left me with nothing left to do but leave.

Officially closing the book on Brighton was a lot sadder than I thought it would be.  I keep being totally surprised at all of the “end of an era” nostalgia I’m getting about really weird parts of my law school life.