Veni, Vidi, Vici

I quit my job today. (Well, I gave notice. I will be leaving said job and going to a place where the grass is not necessarily greener, but where, well, there is definitely more grass. Yes, I quit my heinous soul sucking law firm job for, wait for it, another heinous soul sucking law firm job. Wisdom is elusive in my old age, apparently. I do, however, get a guaranteed change of scenery and over a month off. Summer vacation, here I come!)

I am dating a Cubs fan. ("Dating" and "seeing" are all appropriate words for my relation in the world to this man, a fan of the Chicago Northsiders. "Boyfriend" and/or "significant other" not quite yet. When - or if - the "yet" will be, I do not know. I am, however, compiling a lot of information on what constitutea an exclusive full-blown relationship to people. Every person has a different answer. Literally. The overarching truth then - "relationship" is a fact specific inquiry. The Cubs Fan is not a Yankees Fan, and I think this bodes well for me. Romantic relationships with Yankees Fans have proven insurmountable differences in the past. As we are conducting a bi-League romance, this may actually have some staying power. I hope. I really, really, really like this one. Man, am I in trouble.)