One year in.

A year ago today, two days after I finished the bar exam, we signed the lease for this apartment. It feels like much much longer than that. Since then, in chronological order:

• Moved across the country (it took me two flights, since I had to take a second trip to fetch one of the cats)
• I figured out to live in an apartment that is 43% the size our house was (though I miss the space, and we didn't really fully unpack this place so it's unnecessarily cluttered, I think we've managed really well)
• Took my bar trip to Italy
• My cat got crazy-expensive (but successful) thyroid treatment (in one of my first NY-is-great moments, the vet who treated her was the inventor of the treatment!)
  
• Started my job
• Got matched with a good officemate, who brought in a bonsai tree that makes our office serene(ish)
  
• Found out I passed the bar
  
• Got a lot of interesting projects at work, including for clients that I never would have imagined I could have been able to work with (e.g., filmmakers and artists)
  
• I became a lawyer (it takes a while post-bar here in NY)
  
• I was at the front of the stage to see The National, who I had never seen and had wanted to see for a long time (and saw them a second time just this week)
• I made my first visit to a cobbler, but have not succumbed to commuting shoes (yet)
• Took a trip back to Portland (I was a bit homesick before I went, but missed NYC when I was there)
  
• I decided what practice group I wanted to join and was accepted into it

Not so bad! To dos for the next year -- move to a new apartment (other side of town, hopefully closer to the subway), make more of an effort to do stuff that will help me meet non-work people, see more concerts. I recently briefly flirted with the idea of taking the California bar exam soon (before I fully forget what I learned last summer), but I think comments about this weeks' exam have killed that.