feb. 14

I am back, and with exciting news. I am moving to Boston in the fall for law school! The 8 year old girl that was obsessed with the Boston Celtics, maybe an unhealthy amount, is screaming. I am finally and officially moving to my favorite city post-grad. I hate to brag but the amount of work I put in the LSAT just to never feel good enough, and the draining law school application cycle is finally over. I feel like I just survived The Great War (an ode to Taylor Swift obviously). I seriously never thought this would happen. Law school in BOSTON. It still feels fake to say. I think I convinced myself I was one with Murphy's Law and nothing was going to work out. Of course, the universe is always aligned and the greater plan works overtime to get you where you are supposed to be. I cannot stress the gratitude I have for moving to Boston, and the sheer excitement that is about to happen! Moving to a new city, my dream city, it just does not feel real. Not only will I get to decorate a whole new apartment, I will also meet new friends, embark on new favorite restaurants, and attend every sports game and concert in Boston. Although, I will owe my entire life to law school for 3 years, I am optimistic that living in my favorite city will help most of my problems.

Overall, I do not want this to just be an entry on Boston but nonetheless, I needed to begin by announcing that (since I am very proud of myself), but also because it explains why I have neglected this blog for some time.

My entire for you page on TikTok the past week has been the "I met my younger self for coffee" trend. I wrote my own and want to share:

I met my younger self for coffee;

She arrived 30 minutes early.

I arrived 10 minutes early.

But we both waited in the car (the same car) until we were just 5 minutes early.

She nervously spoke to the barista and ordered a sugary large chai with cold foam and caramel, which she often did when she was having a bad day.

I ordered a smaller coffee with vanilla syrup and said it confidently.

We sat and talked about life.

She was anxious and tired. She was really concerned with field hockey recruitment, large life decisions, friendship problems, and was mad at her parents for stressing her out about school and upcoming college decisions. She was also fighting with her sister because she wore her shirt to a football game last week.

I laughed and told her I don't play field hockey anymore, but the memories never go away. I told her that all my friends are still my best friends (the real ones stayed) and our bonds are stronger than ever. I encouraged her to not fight with her parents, because their support would never go away - and fighting with her sister over shirts may still happen but Katie became my best friend.

She asked me if I moved to California for college like I had dreamed.

I informed her that I am a senior at UGA - she had never really heard of it.

I told her to trust the process and if there is anything I am sure of, it's my decision to move down south for college.

She told me she was scared because she wasn't good at math and Pops always dreamed of her working in finance.

I told her that Pops never really cared about what we did, as long as we were finding success in it and to ask him advice while he is still alive, since he passed in June.

I then made sure she knew that I was attending law school in Boston.

She teared up because that was always her dream, but didn't think she would ever get there.

I told her my brothers are almost taller than me, and our soul-dog Mickey turns ten soon.

When she found out we also have a poodle, she was shocked because we had always seemed like a one dog household. (Had to mention the Millie addition to the family).

The last thing she asked about was love in my life.

I said there's lots of love in my life, but I explained to her why I am single.

She smiled and was impressed at how my standards have raised.

She was hurting, I was healed.

She thinks of me all the time, way too often. I need to visit her more. I think we both needed this coffee chat, and I cannot wait to have coffee with her again soon.

Woah. That was healing. I am going to encourage whoever is reading this to make one of these yourself. The growth and satisfaction I feel right now is powerful.

Lastly, Happy Valentines Day!

I used to love this holiday and as I have gotten older I seem to dread Instagram and Snapchat for the 24 hours that everything gets posted. It can seem lonely, but thinking about the growth I have made as a person, the love of my friends/family around me, and the love I have for myself, it is actually quite a joy to celebrate love on this day. Also, remember that social media is not real and if you were as upset as I was doom-scrolling this morning, know that half these couples fight on the regular. Regardless of that, there is so much love around you and your time with a significant other will come. At least, that is what I am choosing to manifest and believe.

Meet your younger self for coffee soon, and have a positive day of love.

xoxo,

Jane