Last week, there was a going away toast for all of the summer interns. With an array of sugary sweets and Styrofoam cups flowing with bubbly (surprisingly champagne) laid out for everyone, one of the senior writers speaking on behalf of our supervisor praised the interns for a job well done. Also one of the head editors added a few kind words expressing his gratitude for our efforts. All in all it was a nice gesture, presenting a rare moment of socializing at the magazine. Not only was I able to compare notes with the departing interns (some who I had never met until that day), but also speak freely with the staffers whom I had gotten to known through working on assignments. I personally thanked them for everything, sharing my experiences and what other interns could benefit from in the future.
I know the end is near, but I feel as though I’m still at a crossroads. As all of the interns leave one by one, I’m delaying the inevitable while I decide what to do about my fate. Although one intern is extending his time at the magazine through the fall, I unfortunately have to make a hard decision.