“You need not be sorry for her. She was one of the kind that likes to grow up. In the end she grew up of her own free will a day quicker than the other girls.”
I was never a Wendy Darling. I was dragged kicking and screaming into puberty, into high school, into my early 20s.
I think I’m still motivated almost solely by my Peter Pan Syndrome.
Part of my grad school motivation is getting distance between myself and everyone I grew up with as they all get married and get jobs they don’t want and maybe get knocked up.
Meanwhile I get to play “grown up” while drinking craft beer and joining an adult kickball team.
My dad bought me a suit coat today. It’s perfect for lawyerly things. It really scared me. I tried it on over my dip-dyed overalls.
I want my parents to know how much I love and appreciate them, and that my leaving has nothing to do with them. It’s a lot of things. Small town NC is home, and I will always love this state. This is my shot though. Portland is me finding my happy medium. It’s my chance to utilize my brains and vast luck to actually feel like I’m impacting the legal system. It’s also my chance to stay young. It’s the garter belt under my pants suit. The bong in the desk drawer. Basically I’m just a big woman-child. This woman-child is about to go to law school and acquire a house worth of debt.