While the homework load has significantly decreased over the last few months, stress and anxiety levels have moved right in to take their places.
Time with the internship is winding down quicker than we realize. This month will mark the shift in focus from job-searches, to seriously considering job-applications. It’s time to have a perfected resume, multiple cover letters, and compiling thoughts for interview preparations!
In the midst of these things, I’ve been working in the middle of D.C. And loving it. It’s a first for me; walking out the door and having the White House half a mile in one direction, with a plethora of shops, cafes, bars, hotels, apartment buildings, and parks all around. I’ve come to really appreciate that one-hour we have allotted for lunch, using it to stroll around and learn these city streets.
Over the weekend, we had our first real taste of spring. I took full advantage and hopped on the Metro to do some real exploring. For hours and hours I walked the streets, took pictures, stopped to read my book, and joined the masses sitting happily around the parks. Now, I can’t think of a better way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
One thing that draws me to the city is opportunity. There is such a wide range of jobs available, which is overwhelming and exciting. Clearly, D.C. sits in its own category, with that little subset of “government” jobs it has to choose from. That’s not exactly what I’m drawn to, but hey, it’s there. I love the variety and the options. I love that there are tons of alumni from my university that are always up for some networking. I love that there are events and conferences and history to soak up and be a part of left and right.
I also love getting off at different Metro stops to see a whole new array of places to eat and stop by for a Happy Hour on Friday, or a new bench to sit while you relax and soak it in.
It was just another weekend that made me appreciate where I am, where I can go, and what I’m doing. A rejuvenating outlook on new possibilities, that put a little dent in the stress of how I’ll get to the next step in my life.
Posted by Mary Ellen Nunes at 04/10/2009 09:27:26 AM