It's funny that when you leave home, you realize exactly what about your home you love. I have two homes, so I have double the people that I love & miss. For me, Hamilton College and "my people" there are as much of a family as my parents and friends in Colorado. Of course, now that my brother goes to Hamilton, it literally is part of m family. I've been incredibly lucky to make great friends, and have some inspirational faculty. They motivate, challenge, and yes, sometimes frustrate me, but at the end of the day I also know that these people are rooting for me. I hope I can give them something good to root for.
To that end, I'm applying to law school. I've always been good(and bad)with my mouth, and going into some sort of law is really appealing. I also know that I need to have a job where I can support myself-food, shelter, & shoes.
Where am I going to be doing this? Well, the truth is that if I want to be an activist I have to be in Washington D.C. I'd love to live in Colorado, but if I want my dream job, it's not where I need to be. The other thing is that I'm not going to move 1770 miles from my Hamilton family, and most of them will stay on the East Coast. So hopefully, with a little luck and a lot of hard work, I'll find a Washington D.C. law school that is a good match for me.
It might seem bizarre that I made these plans in Italy, but it actually makes a lot of sense. The Italians believe in the pursuit of pleasure. What they eat, what they see, what they do is driven by a love for pleasure. I want a job that I like. I know I won't like it all the time. There will be days when I hate it and want to hide under my desk with a caramel macchiato and the latest issue of Vogue. But I think this is the right track for me. And if not, I know my people will be there to catch me when I fall.
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