It’s amazing how fast time flies by, even as the days feel like they’ll never end.
A year and a half ago, I packed up my life (and Scott’s, too) and moved to Columbia, Missouri to embark on a brilliant adventure called grad school. Little did I know how attached I had grown to our comfy apartment and to spending hours on end in the photo lab (and Missourian, for that matter).
Perhaps it wasn’t the structures that felt like home, but the people contained within.
We’ve arrived in Arlington, and I’m quickly realizing how disconnected I feel right now from that camaraderie I was enjoying just weeks earlier. My brain is still in grad school mode, caring more about journalism, photo nerdery and finishing my degree than what most of the people I see around me are caring about. I almost feel like I’m not quite ready for the real world, not quite done incubating.
Good thing my internship at NPR starts on the 10th of January, and the Washington program shortly thereafter. It’s time to learn to fly on my own!
How can it be? It seems like you just got there!!!
Congrats to you and welcome home!
You’ll get settled back in. And we’ll have coffee. And you’ll be brilliant here like you were in Missou.
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