Mes amies, you all know my desire for change. We need new blood in politics, in all branches of government. I don’t plan to become a judge anytime soon (although technically it’s possible — there are no real qualifications other than education, even for Supreme Court justices!). I just want to become part of the system. I want to help people the system leaves behind. I want to be the type of lawyer who gives her time to those who need it most.
And I can’t think of a better place for that than Boston. Massachusetts is home to so many prestigious law schools! Harvard Law, Boston College Law, Boston University Law, New England School of Law, and Suffolk Law School. And truth be told, it might be time to experience a new environment. Los Angeles is surrounded by desert. Boston is bordered by rolling hills and mountains and green as far as the eye can see!
It would be a temporary move, of course. Although the desire to travel is strong, I’ve come to love my LA friends and family.
I looked at the website’s profile today. I’ll leave it for posterity’s sake, but it’s amazing how much has changed. My English is so much better. My aspirations and goals have evolved. And I’m quite a few years older — but I won’t tell you exactly how many. You’ll just have to guess.
Truthfully, I still have that itch for fame. I don’t need wealth or prestige. I don’t want celebrity status anymore. All I want is to make a difference in the lives of those around me. I want to be famous — within my own chosen community. Will it happen? I think so.
The Omicron variant has me down in the dumps. It seems like everyone around me is getting sick. I’m working from home. My groceries are delivered. But they say this variant is as infectious as the measles, which is about the most infectious thing humans have ever contracted. Whether or not that’s true, I don’t know. All I know is I don’t want to be sick. I’ve had my two shots. I’m boosted. Is that enough?
Being stuck at home makes me want to travel even more. Will there be time to visit my home in Paris? I hope so. I’m worried for my friends and family abroad, especially after the deaths of my grandparents. Will they be okay?
Also, there might be a secret admirer in my life — so that’s exciting. There was a random bag of Death Wish coffee beans in a small box by my door. No note. The grocery delivery boy pointed it out. Granted, that could be a threat. Probably not. Everyone knows how much java calls to me! The coffee bean grinder and espresso machine in my apartment are about to get some use.