misfit

Walking away from Emerson today was surreal. As I strolled down Newbury Street with my family, the weight of the semester and my last final lifted and the realization that I wouldn’t be going back to my bed on the 7th floor of Piano Row tonight hit me. I am on my way back to Albany, sitting in a mini-van with almost everything I own. Crushed between a box of poorly packed shoes and the unlocked door as a laundry basket with Scrabble and Loaded Questions slides into my right shoulder is an utterly perfect arrangement for this fateful trip on the Mass-Pike.

Despite my initial plans to have a productive summer in Boston with a fancy internship at a publishing house and a pale-complexion characteristic of a nine-to-five, I am facing four months more akin to the summer after my senior year of high school.

I’d like to vow this as my last unproductive summer. In the fall I’m going to be entering my junior year at Emerson and as an aspiring member of the publishing community I will need internships and unpaid positions/skills and things.

I will not waste this summer; rather I’m going to view these next four months as a hiatus or a sabbatical, or something. I’m a researching writer striving to experience everything and anything. My first step to learning something from the world will be the job hunt I’m embarking on tomorrow, lets see what I can do.