Why I hate Logan

It's weird to grow up in a small town. You are constantly seeing people you know, even the ones you don't like, it's just inevitable. Then you move away for awhile and embrace the relative anonymity that a city like Salt Lake provides (and granted this isn't exactly a metropolis but it's a heckuva lot bigger than Logan) and you forget what it's like in said small town. Then you go home for a few days, and have breakfast at the local hot spot restaurant and encounter spadefulls of people you know from years gone by. And of course that means I have to explain over and over again what I'm doing: Yes I'm a lawyer. Yes I'm a big time prosecutor. Yes that is cool. No I haven't seen (insert random name from the past) lately. Oh really, she had another child? No I'm not married. Yes, I have a boyfriend -- didn't expect that one did you? (that last part isn't strictly true but its comic value is off the charts). No, sadly I won't be able to help your cousin with her divorce but give her my best... Etc. Meanwhile my eggs have gone cold.

I guess it's cool that people care enough about me to ask me things like that. I mostly attribute it to my parents being somewhat notorious figures (in small town terms). And I guess there is a part of me that really does long for that kind of small town connected feeling. I noticed in the paper there was an opening for a deputy county attorney. Maybe I'll apply...