Surreal

Do you ever look around your life and think, this can't possibly be my life? Not in a bad way, just in a surreal way. In my mind, I am probably about 21 years old. It is amazing to me that I am a lawyer. And not a baby lawyer any more. When I first started, mid career lawyers used to ever-so-gently remind me of my baby lawyer status by asking "well how long have you been practicing?" That doesn't happen anymore. They still go behind my back to senior partners when they don't like the answers I give. But I remember. And I am patient. And one day, when they really need a favor, I am going to remind them that pay back is hell. Petty, maybe. But sending a catty little email would be more petty.

Same thing with the condo. How did I come to be living in a downtown condo? And how is it that we have been in the condo for nearly three months? Hard to believe.

The fire was three months ago today. So, three months ago at this exact moment, we were blissfully unaware that our lives were about to get run over by a mack truck. That night, while Paul and I lay in our twin beds at the Marriott (our home for three nights), we talked about looking back on this experience and knowing that we made the most of it -- that we made lemonade out of lemons. So, surreal or not, we are on our way!