My life is changing tomorrow. I’ll be handing in my last law school assignment. I’ll be turning 26. My post-graduation plans really solidly outline the next two and a half months (studystudystudystudy BAR EXAM), but become as sketchy and unclear as the bottom slip of carbon paper when you wrote on the top copy against your palm.
I don’t know where I’m going (and I’m not sure how to feel about where I’ve been) but I do know I will be with Collin.
I like that feeling. I like looking at Collin’s face when he rolls over in the night and smiles at me in his sleep, and trying picture how that smile will crinkle his face when he’s 50. I like thinking about all the places we might end up living, and believing any of them could feel like home because Collin will be there (except for NYC. Guh. We’re never moving there). I like knowing that as much as I beat myself up for being un(der)employed for the next however many months, Collin will still think I’m great, and will help me have faith that the right opportunity for me is just around the corner.
I like having something knowable about the future. So I like being engaged. And I think I’m going to love being married.