My last girlfriend was a Personal Injury Attorney in New York who lived part of the year in Chicago as well, though she wasn’t licensed to practice law there.  Or at least, she never practiced law there while I knew her.  Apparently, she made enough money as a Personal Injury Attorney in New York that she could occasionally take time off and live in Chicago, which is where she grew up.  I only really saw her 1 week out of the month, sometimes less than that depending on how busy she was back in New York.  We emailed each other constantly when she wasn’t in town and we both ran up our phone bills.  My friends all told me the relationship wasn’t going to work, but I really liked her.  She was smart, attractive, liked all the old hair metal bands I did, and watched all that weird late night Japanese anime that I loved.  We actually met at a Japanese anime club, which also didn’t pan out in the long run.  Neither did our relationship, though not for lack of trying.  We toughed it out for 5 months, twice as long as anyone thought our relationship would last, but in the end we just didn’t spend enough time together and her work swamped her too much.  It just had to end.