Just finished disassembling my desk; someone will be picking it up tomorrow around 8:30. I still remember buying it two and a half years ago: my parents (back when they were still in the states) and I shopping around, finding the perfect desk, shipping it up to New York. How much optimism did law school start with? And to an extent, it's been fulfilled: I find myself with the job that I'm happy with, with the friends that I'm happy with, with the life that I'm happy with. In countless ways I've been fortunate. And yet, still it's hard to let go of this desk, this first leap of faith into the optimism of 1L year.
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