When my long awaited flight home landed, a pleasant voice over the intercom said, “On behalf of JetBlue Airways, we would like to welcome you to Obamaland.” I thought, ahhh… home sweet home.
I have high hopes for this summer. There’s a stack of books next to my bed I want to read. There’s a pair of running shoes over in the corner that need some dusting off. There’s a closet that needs to be cleared out of the vestiges of yester-year. I’ve also got a lot of great planning to do for another thrilling year at Gavel Media! Sounds like a recipe for success, right?
But what I’m most looking forward to is blossoming into a full-fledged D.C. working girl, a.k.a. grown-up, a.k.a. important person. Or, at least, trying to blossom. I feel fortunate that I’ll be spending most of my time as an intern at AARP, the American Association for Retired People, in its Internal Communications Division.
One might ask, what is an almost twenty-year-old doing at a nonprofit that caters to the needs of people about three times her age? Getting some great experience, that’s what!
I’ll be doing what I love, which is what I’m doing now: writing. I relish the idea of swiping my AARP ID card, taking the elevator up to my very own cubicle with my very own computer and setting about learning how a major institution operates. Maybe I can walk away with a semblance of where I might fit into the working world.
I’ll be jumping on the Metro each morning for the commute into hustling bustling D.C., from the quaint suburb of Bethesda, Maryland, where I have spent the majority of my life. I’ll be squeezing my way on board, fighting for a spot among the masses in the muggy D.C. weather.
I’m excited to launch into a summer of dressing nicely and being nice and trying to do nice things. I’ve got my skirts and dresses all lined up in my closet, ready to take on the streets of Washington D.C. Though I’ll be living at home, I’ll create what could appear like a grown-up, cool life. Well, you can be the judge of that.
I’m going to try to make this summer memorable by pretending to live in a ‘happening’ city, when I actually don’t. I intend to take in all that D.C. has to offer, from “Jazz in the Garden” at the National Gallery of Art Sculpture Garden to meeting old high school friends and new interns like myself, for dinner after the clock strikes 5 p.m. in the only way we under-21’s can.
I am lucky to have you, friendly reader, on this whirlwind journey with me, where I hope to learn a little bit about city living and hopefully, a little bit about myself.