Girl, Get Out of That Small Town

A Case of the School Blues

Just a few days ago, I finished my first year of law school. It took 15 hours of testing and many research and writing assignments to close the door on the first chapter of my legal career. I was and still am pretty wiped out. No one tells you how strange you will feel after finally achieving something you never thought would end, but yeah— it’s really weird. After your adrenaline has been pumping for two weeks straight, you feel a crash. There’s a moment when you realize that the academic validation didn’t feel as good as you imagined it would.

A couple of days after finals, I called my wise little brother/best friend. I told him I was super exhausted and just feeling overall low in spirits. I dramatically sighed and said, “I’m just waiting for the day I feel happy.” My brother was quiet for a second and then he asked, “Don’t you think it’s up to you to make that happen for yourself?” Immediately, I realized that perhaps I had been hoping the accomplishment of finishing my first year of law school would fill a hole that could only be filled by me. 

Truth be told, I haven’t given myself much grace this academic year and I’ve cared way more about the opinions of others than I should have. Being in a claustrophobic environment makes you desire the approval of people you would barely acknowledge in a larger environment. It makes you believe you have to conform or minimize yourself to fit within the confines of space never meant to hold you. And it makes you desperate for friendships and relationships that never served you. You can truly get tunnel vision, and it’s difficult to imagine life outside of your current situation. It is extremely exhausting to always look outward instead of inward.

Thinking on it, I remembered not always feeling this way. Just a few years back (mostly pre-pandemic), life was exciting, the world was my oyster, and the possibilities for connection were endless. Having finally recognized that all of my feelings of sadness, paranoia, and angst were products of my environment, I breathed a sigh of relief. This was NOT me. This was small-town, law school, temporary me. 

Sometimes, it’s not even about the population of the town or its square mileage. Sometimes it’s just the mindset that particular environment puts you in. I’m sure people have felt limited, lonely, and ignored in large, crowded cities like New York or Washington, DC. It’s not about the size. It’s more about the limitations the environment puts on you.

So Dom, What's Next?

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So Dom, What's Next? 〰️

So how do you get out of a mental small town? Do as my brother suggested—create happiness for yourself! This summer has become the perfect opportunity for me to not only physically get out of a small town, but also mentally. I have already planned and brainstormed interesting and fun experiences peppered all throughout my summer. And for anyone with small-town syndrome I recommend the same. Make plans with friends you haven’t seen in a while, try the restaurant you’ve always wanted to, travel to new places, or attempt something you’ve always been too afraid to do. Part of overcoming the feeling of small town-ness is making every little adventure feel big.

I have decided that this summer will be my chance to reset and remember who I am. I need to get emotional and mental rest as I will eventually have to return to this environment. Eventually, I would like to get to a point where my environment—big or small—has little to no impact on how I see myself. Keeping in mind my 2022 resolution word: THRIVE, I know that this break will be exactly what the doctor ordered. I’m excited for you to come along with me, hopefully inspiring you to go on your own thrive journey.