'Twas A Night Not Unlike This...

That I sat at the head of my kitchen table, searching for something to do this summer. I remember guffawing at a media/"publishing" internship that I had found on some internship search engine - it was in Madrid, Spain. It was late at night, it felt like I had been searching and applying all day for internships. My mother was at the other end of the table, and I told her I was going to apply to this internship for kicks and giggles. She encouraged me; it was a long shot, there was no way I was going to get it, and I was mildly intoxicated with the idea of merely applying for something so exotic and foreign.

Little did I know...

So that's the beginning of how I ended up in Spain last summer. There were a few emails and an interview and lots of nervous expectations. Perhaps this is also the beginning of next summer's story. I'm sitting at the kitchen table again, by myself (obviously blogging, which means I'm not working on/sending out my resume). I have a pretty strong feeling that I found last summer's internship on a Tuesday - of Spring Break, no less. Lo and behold, it is the Tuesday of Spring Break.

Subconsciously, I hope I will find a place to intern at this summer, but because I have articulated such a desire and pointed out the happenings and their timings, the universe will not work out that way. Perhaps it (and by "it," I really mean God) has something even better planned for me.

If not, all of these companies should know what they're missing out on - someone who is pretty spectacular, who is a worker, a good worker, a hard worker.

Photo from roy.tabulas.com.