Well, now I’ve done it.
Seven years ago, I closed my reporter’s notebook (though never, I thought, for good) in favor of law school. I thought studying law would provide a short-lived foray into something different, something more engaging, something that would promise me a better standard of living and more security at a time when newspapers across the country imposed furloughs, laid off veteran storytellers, and in some cases, closed their doors. I packed up my beat-up Chevrolet (now how’s that for a good country tune?) and bid adieu to my fellow journalists at The Arizona Republic in Phoenix. This, I told myself as I traversed I-40, was the right, responsible decision.
For awhile, I was right. It was 2005, and law firms were riding high. I did well enough at my school, a top-ranked public university in a picturesque Midwestern college town, to get offers of summer employment at firms that were willing to pay me in a summer what I made in a year at my old gig. They wined and dined me, and I spent a summer at a respected large firm based in Phoenix doing work that was mildly interesting but worth the Diamondback box seats and firm lunches at the Biltmore and, of course, the fat paychecks. Or so I thought.
Life intervened. I met the man who is now my husband and made the decision in 2007 to turn my back on Phoenix in favor of him and the town he loved. To aid my decisionmaking, my suitor, a native Californian, constantly reminded me that San Diego was, on average, a good 40 degrees cooler than the Valley of the Sun. The Golden State won out, and I moved west.
Then, overnight, the market crashed. I took the first job I could find, defending insurance companies in general liability and personal injury litigation. I moved after a year to my current gig, where I have a diverse practice and work with great people I enjoy. I am fortunate, and I take none of my luck for granted.
It’s been years since I punched my ticket with the California State Bar, and yet somehow, here I am, searching for stories to tell. I write because it’s the only thing I know how to do innately, and I’ve resolved to do it again, this time on my own terms. I’ve chosen with this blog to write about food and drink in San Diego, all three things I love passionately. I’m glad you stopped by, and I welcome your input as I stumble through this site’s infancy.