Thursday, September 1, 2011

From New York, In Tears, And How To Make A Lasting Impression

This is it, Edsters--the farewell I've been dreading all summer.

I'm in much the same situation now as I was when I wrote my first blog--sitting in my room,
surrounded by mounds of clothes, this time trying to figure out how to pack everything I brought with everything I bought. It probably won't work well.

Leaving is the last action I want to take right now. I've really taken a step back this week, and thought about everything I've experienced. Who can say they've worked at the men's magazine, seen the Macy's 4th of July fireworks from the riverfront, filled in for their boss, mastered the subway system, gone home with their boss and freelanced into the wee hours of the morning, found the one famous Halal food cart in the city (it's on 53rd and 6th)? I've looked out my window every night at the most incredible, sparkling cityscape. I've buid relationships with editors and writers.

I am really excited and amazed at my own accomplishments thus far, Edsters. I was scared I wouldn't be. I was scared I was just going through the motions and not getting anything out of the experience. But now I'm training new interns and my bosses are asking me if I "can please stay forever." It's surreal. And I feel so blessed to be here, even though it must end with me being so sad to leave.

But I cannot end this incredible summer on a sullen note, Edsters. Every second counts in this bustling industry, so I plan to make the best exit I possibly can, as you should, too: