Around the time I was graduating high school, my dad kept telling me he thought I’d end up in Washington, D.C. I think he expected me to be running the world, or some small corner of it, and I never failed to scoff at the idea.
I gave up the idea of politics in fourth grade.
But I am here, and as life here gets the tiniest bit more predictable for me, it gets only more undecided for Colin. I have the faintest wisps of leads for jobs in the area, and I am absolutely smitten with spring here.
Basically, the question we face is whether to continue on with this pseudo-student lifestyle of so few responsibilities or to put down some roots and go willingly into real life. The question hasn’t gotten much easier in the six months or so that we’ve had to consider it. We’re learning new things though, about each other, our options, ourselves. And as tired as I may get of being an intern, there are the very real benefits like being able to take off on Friday just to visit a museum or to go in late today so we could see the space shuttle circle the city from the White House.