Things I’ve Learned As An Intern (Part 1)

Here in the grand city of Ft. Lauderdale, in the heart of South Florida, there is an internship program. There are twenty of us between the ages of nineteen and twenty-five, living together, working together, and figuring out life together. Doesn’t that sound messy? We come from all over the country, from all different homes and stages of life. And, for the most part, we’ve got nobody else to hang out with. But we sure are learning a lot.

This is Jeanette and she is supposed to be in India but instead she’s here with me for a little while and she loves coconuts and pink and I love her.

South Florida is different. I don’t think anyone knows what a turn signal is. A guy hit on me in the grocery store yesterday with the compliment “Dang girl you look young.” There are so many places to eat it’s overwhelming. I have yet to see a pair of high waisted shorts. But there is a Starbucks on every corner and my road to a gold card is thankful for that.

Event planning is a lot of work. I’m working under Erin at Apartment 2 Events, and she’s basically everything I want to be in seven years. Crazy smart and driven and incredibly direct. But working 9-5 is hard and sitting still and answering emails and keeping track of who’s doing what is draining. Being still mostly makes me picture myself doing handstands in my head and I’m not sure how to fix that.

We also work out of Erin’s house, which is an entirely different internship experience than probably anyone else in the continental US. We go from event planning to making cuban coffee to putting together the couch that just got delivered from ikea to picking the girls up from camp. It’s all inclusive and shows me just exactly how not ready I am for children (as not ready as a person could be). 

 Quit trying to have your life together Victoria. Week one I owned the scene. I woke up early and ran on the beach and went to work and did yoga in the evenings and kept up with my journaling and generally felt pretty good about myself. Week three I felt overwhelmed and panicky and ate cheesecake for dinner two nights in a row and didn’t keep up with anything and broke down in a big way. It’s cool to have goals and strive for things but it’s not cool to find your worth in that cause it’ll break you every time.

At the end of the day, life is about the people you’re living with and I’m blessed beyond what I deserve. This group of people is full of love and joy and excellent dance moves and a desire to play bananagrams far too late into the night. Between selfie trains and pranks, there is never a dull moment at the Forum and I know there won’t be for the next six weeks. 

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