ABOUT

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{A not-so-brief version of this story can be found here.}

I’m a corporate-attorney turned…well, I’m not quite sure what title will complete that sentence, yet.  After practicing corporate litigation for several years in Philadelphia, PA, I got up one day, sold my house and decided to move to Scotland.  I’d been unhappy with private practice since basically day one, and I’d decided to take my legal career in another direction in an effort to find something I liked doing.  I was halfheartedly applying for jobs as corporate counsel and law clerk when it became clear that I needed to get out of legal practice entirely.  I’ve always loved Scotland, and I figured I might as well move somewhere exciting and new while I’m still young enough (and single enough) to do it. Speaking of which, it wasn’t just work that had me questioning things in Philadelphia: I’d been in a string of (really) bad relationships that had me wondering why I was in work and romantic situations that were tailor-made to make me feel like crap.  In fact, four days after I walked out of my law office for the last time, my then-boyfriend dumped me (from 7,000 miles away, on the phone).

Those four days sent me reeling, and I spent about a week afterwards in a sauv blanc and Brie-induced stupor but, when I finally dragged myself out of bed and decided to act like a normal human being again, I realized I was in a position – though not one I’d expected or really wanted to be in – to make a choice: I could continue with my legal practice in Philadelphia because that’s what I was supposed to (and because those student loans aren’t going to pay themselves), and I could keep going on horrible dates trying to find a decent relationship to distract me from my unhappy work life; or, I could figure out a way to do something else with my life. That’s how I ended up homeless, jobless, relationship-less and directionless at age 30, and let me tell you – it feels pretty damn good.

That’s how I ended up homeless, jobless, relationship-less and directionless at age 30, and let me tell you – it feels pretty damn good.

From here, my goal is to find a job doing something that doesn’t make me want to pull my hair out (the bar is so low you could trip on it), and, in the meantime, I’ll spend my free time doing a few of the things I’ve always loved to do (but never had the time to do while I was busy trying to climb the corporate ladder) which, in no particular order, include traveling, eating and writing.  I’ll share my experiences and recipes here, and it’s my sincere hope that you enjoy reading what I write (and eating what I cook) as much as I enjoy creating it.

-KRH