Accomplishments.

Sigh.

I used to think, that life was simple. At least the oultine anyway. I would graduate high school, go to college, get my undergrad in English...get into Bolt Law, and go on to fight for lives. Somewhere along the way, I would get married, buy a house, and have a dog.

I'm thinking the non-traditional route is one I chose.

Somehow, I didn't attend a state school. Somehow, my long term boyfriend of 4.5 years and I didn't make it last...and somehow I decided it would be a good choice to run away 2,300 miles from home, to Chicago...the big city...and try to make it.

Make what?

I have a good, stable job. I live in a high rise downtown. I have a ton of friends. I have virtually no responsibility, aside from ensuring my rent check gets turned in each month. What MORE did I need to make?

I don't know. I really need to prove something though.

Sigh.