This may be a grainy, underexposed iPhone photo, but I wanted to capture how it feels coming home around 10:30 from my night classes. (Despite what the picture may convey, it doesn’t feel like entering a haunted house.)
My classes are over at 9:00 or 9:30 PM, depending on the evening. Then I have a long, tiring ride home on one bus and two different trains. I always feel exhausted, but then I near our apartment and see a cozy light shining from the windows. And I smile and think about everything I learned that evening– and how excited I am to start my career– and by the time I’ve taken the stairs two-at-a-time and burst through the front door, I’m bubbling over with excitement. Poor Gabe, weary from law school, tries to keep at least one eye open as I jibber jabber about collections management and ethics and historical accuracy.
I generally have to calm myself down before I can even think about hitting the pillows and falling asleep.
That’s how I know I’m doing something I love.