Although this year has not gone according to the five-year plan I once carefully crafted, I did my best to make the most of it. When I moved back to Florida in July, I did so with a steely determination to make my second round down south much more impactful than my first. While I never imagined I would one day be working in the legal field, I was excited to challenge myself in new areas and planned to stay in the job for the next few years. But once again, I came to realize how plans can change in the blink of an eye.
669 days ago, I packed up my car in New York and began my drive towards my new life. Ok, that's a tad dramatic. It was just me moving to Ohio to start my job in the admissions office at my alma mater. However, it was still quite the experience because, not counting the treks between my college dorm and home, I have only moved twice that I can remember.