Tomorrow is my last day at work. I'm starting to get sad. I haven't even began the process of cleaning out my desk, although the thought of throwing everyting away is starting to give me motivation.
Seriously . . .
When I was 17 years old, I won a scholarship that offered me an opportunity to work every summer during undergrad with a job offer attached after graduation. I immediately accepted it. Two weeks after high school graduation, my mom put me on an airplane to Washington, D.C. for my first flight, and my first apartment. I was scared, but I made it through the first summer and the second and every summer after. I graduated college and gladly began my good government job six weeks later. In hindsight, I was lucky. Many of my classmantes didn't have jobs. Even though I had a job, I never forgot about my ultimate goal -- law school. I applied to law schools the following fall. I got into my first choice and attended law school in the evenings while working my good government job during the day.
Law School was hard. It tested me in so many ways, most of them had nothing to do with academics. Again, I made it through.
What's funny is that I have known many of my coworkers since I was 17, a young girl with a thick southern drawl is how they first met me. Now I am a lawyer moving to NYC to start my career. It's funny how quickly things happen.
Is this what is meant by bittersweet?
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