Five more days. Five more days until this amazing internship comes to a close. Five more days until I can drink water out of the faucet, sleep in my own room, and eat vegetables without getting sick. However, it also means five more days until I’m no longer 10 ft. from the ocean. Five more days until I go back into an area of unknown in my life again.
What I’ve Learned
I am a fierce lady. I left the country for an internship. Not for a vacation. I came here on my own, discovered this city on my own, and made a twin bed my home all on my own. That’s pretty badass. It’s also scary. I’ve learned how to handle crises myself. Instead of going straight into the workforce, I feel more prepared to conquer new challenges than I would have been.
I’m going home. Yeah, I know, that’s implied. I’m going home to my cat, my new apartment (to be found), and the city I love. It’s time to get a grown up job. Not that my internship wasn’t a grown up job. I learned things I never knew I could. I had a boss who challenged me daily and met my successes with enthusiasm. We worked so well together, and I’ll miss that. But…I can’t stay in paradise forever. I have to start a career, take the skills I’ve learned, and apply them with excellence.
And I need to remember…