In October of 2009, which was my fourth anniversary of blogging, I had just begun law school. There was much complaining about my legal research and writing class. We went to a festival in New Orleans – I remember this festival, I was newly pregnant with Liam and hadn’t yet announced it, so it’s not mentioned in the post. I talk about Halloween on Octavia Street in New Orleans – if you can ever get there, you should definitely try. I was a ghost, and Jack was a black spider (I made the costume out of black socks and black shirt and pants). It was a good year – later that year the Professor’s family visited us for Thanksgiving, and we went to my parents’ for Christmas.
A year later, Liam was small and nevertheless alert – he’s so sharp. I wrote about the five worst jobs I’ve ever had, and my future job (at my current firm! Here I still am years later!) My baby sister got engaged, and I wrote a note to her. I was a pirate for Halloween, and I carried Liam as my parrot, and Jack was a pirate too except he wouldn’t wear any of his costume and the only clue to his piracy was him carrying a big plastic pirate cutlass thing.
Whenever I read about law school, my pulse quickens. We were so poor! Time was so scarce! Our economic future was so uncertain! It also feels so recent – I cannot believe that was 5-6 years ago. Just a few more retrospective Octobers to go . . .