My First Summer on My Own

This summer, I was 1,200 miles away from my family, living in a town I’d only passed through once, and only knew one family. It was an incredible experience, and I wouldn’t have traded it for anything.

This snapchat, taken on the last day of my internship, pretty much perfectly captures my mood by the end of the summer.

This snapchat, taken on the last day of my internship, pretty much perfectly captures my mood by the end of the summer.

I interned at an insurance company and lived in an apartment with three other interns that I’d never met before. There were around 180 interns at the company, and I knew one, but she worked at the company’s research center that was an hour away.

Put simply, I was completely on my own. I knew no one. I wasn’t getting any money from my parents. No one was going to clean my room for me. No one was going to cook for me. This was college, but without the little things that I’d taken for granted. There was no Bears Den with millions of food options. There was just the lunch cafeteria at work, and my little kitchen in the apartment.

The transition was a bit tough at first, but after a few weeks, I had a routine down. I made new friends. I learned where the dry cleaners is. I started to realize how awesome it is to be on my own. I travelled to see people in other states on weekends. I joined a rock climbing gym. I’m grateful that I was able to have a taste of it before graduation, and can’t wait to get back into the world with my degree and make it a better place.

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