My last day at the first clerkship was Wednesday (and I DID manage to get my last draft opinion done, yay!). I got a plaque. It's small but marble and weighs a ton and I actually love it, and plan to schlep it from office to office for the rest of my career.
My first day at the second clerkship is Monday. (EEEK.)
We (by which I mean the nice two guys we hired, with some help from LDH*) loaded the truck on Thursday afternoon, and then we (by which I mean LDH and I) hit the road yesterday morning. It was actually a pretty decent drive and I was never in danger of falling asleep while driving (unlike during most long road trips). The closest came while listening to Lev Grossman's The Magicians on the iPod for a while (during one of those stretches on the road where your options on the radio are fuzz, static, all-country-all-the-time, and hectoring religious rhetoric. I started playing a game: Name That Genre! It's kind of scary how it usually only takes about 5 words to figure out what kind of radio channel you've hit).
- Total digression: Does anyone out there really LIKE The Magicians? I have a terrible time evaluating books-on-tape, because they go way slower than I can actually read a book, and I can't judge pacing at all. When I listened to Middlesex on tape I'd have sworn it was about 2000 pp long, the time it took. But I'm not loving The Magicians - I find it a little hard to empathize with Quentin's ennui/angst at the beginning of the book; I feel like we're supposed to see going to Brakebills as this amazing rescue from dreary mundanity, but I have a hard time seeing the misery in growing up going to whatever private school in [I think] Brooklyn, having a thing for your best friend's girl, and agonizing over which expensive college you'll go to. He's a little too privileged for me to care much about, is what I'm saying. That said, it could be that I just don't like the guy who's reading the book.
Anyway, we made it, and we only had one real moment where we wanted to kill each other (at the end of the drive, in the apartment parking lot, before the two nice guys we hired to unload us showed up, when both of us really really needed something to eat; I just kept telling myself, "I do NOT need to do this NOW," where "this" is basically "tell partner where he gets off and why he's being completely unjust." I would imagine LDH was thinking pretty much the same.)
The nice surprise was finding out the rug and carpet have just been replaced in my unit (it's cheap carpet and flooring, but hey, it's brand new, and it's not an investment in my own property, so who cares?). The less nice surprise was that the shower curtain was not actually attached to the wall and that the kitchen sink seems to leak, but a tension rod from Target fixed the former and I put in a maintenance request for the latter, so I'm sure it will be fine.
(The even NICER surprise was meeting an old bloggy friend at breakfast this morning! She doesn't live here now, but grew up here and is here visiting her parents. LDH "checked in" on Facebook at the place we went to breakfast - which is the same place we got dinner Friday night, but hey, don't judge, it was really close and we liked it a lot and mid-move is not always the time to be all gourmet and adventurous and so on - and she saw it and realized she was in THE SAME RESTAURANT WE WERE. So LDH and I are eating away and this lovely person walks up to us and says, "New Kid?" So that was a really great introduction to this city.)
Oh, and we did not bring the cats. First, we suddenly realized that since we weren't both moving, the cats did not HAVE to come with us, and that the actual logistics of moving would probably be easier without two cats. (Short answer: YES.) And second, after we realized the first thing, Middle Cat (the magical 20-year-old cat) got sick again (well, actively sick; she currently has hyperthyroidism, kidney failure, and a brain tumor, so sick is sort of her default state), and we really didn't want to bung her in a car and drive her 8 hours to an unfamiliar apartment where she would proceed to freak out (in a quiet, OCD kind of way) and stress for 3-4 weeks. Nor did we want to take her from her beloved vets. So the kitties stayed home. (edited: home! ha! no-longer-home. gotta come up with useful pseudonyms.]
I was an absolute wreck when I said goodbye to them, kept thinking they were in the car, then when we got here, kept thinking I heard them walking around, and when I woke up this morning, I expected to find them in/around the bed with us. I miss them TERRIBLY. But MAN, a long-distance move is so much easier without cats! We didn't have to worry about feeding them or not feeding them (we didn't usually feed our cats the morning of a drive), or how they'd handle the drive, or how to make sure they were never unaccompanied in the car, or whether they'd get out while the furniture is being moved in, etc. etc. The plan is that in a few weeks (probably at least a month, though) LDH will drive them down one weekend, so they can move from an already established place to an already established place, and avoid the trauma of de-/re-establishing. (To be perfectly horribly blunt: I am not confident Middle Cat will actually make it down here. But we'll see what we see.)
Okay, I don't really have an end to this post but exhaustion has suddenly struck, along with the realization I have to get up in 5 hours (don't worry, I plan to go straight back to bed post-airport and drown my misery in sleep, but I really should also get some sleep now). And since I will be here all by my lonesome most of the time, you can expect to see me show up in this space more frequently! So I can come up with better endings in the future.
*LDH = long-distance husband. He was LDH, then he was NLLDH (No-Longer-Long-Distance Husband - the no-longer part applied ONLY to the long distance, NOT to the husband part), and now he's back to LDH.