So today was my last day at my internship at Preston-Osborne. I absolutely loved the internship. I loved the stuff I was doing. I felt like I learned a lot. And I made a lot of friends. Hopefully I’ll be good enough to keep in touch with them. However, I am going back in for a couple hours tomorrow, so it wasn’t really my last day. Vitale (pronounced with a short “i” and a long “e” at the end), who is the intern coordinator, asked if I would come in to help her out a bit. The other two interns don’t work tomorrow, and she has like three big things happening this weekend, one of which is the Passport to Literacy hosted by the International Book Project, the main thing I worked for publicity on. My mom and I are going to it Saturday to volunteer and hear Kentucky authors and Bob Edwards moderating. So I’m going to meet my grandma at the bank in the morning, probably going to the post office, and then going to Lexington to work some. Then I’m meeting Melissa and Christi for dinner and hopefully stocking up on Clinique during bonus time before I leave. I can’t believe how fast this summer has gone, and how close I am to leaving. Two weeks seems like so little time now that it’s actually here.
So to let everyone know, I leave October 1, a Sunday, from Louisville and get to London the next morning. I am flying back December 2 into Louisville and will be home for Christmas and New Year’s. However, I will miss Halloween and Thanksgiving, very sad. I’m getting all my loan situation settled, hopefully this weekend. My classes are getting taken care of. I was told I should read up on “political history of the twentieth century” in general. Not a broad topic at all, right? So I’m going to Louisville to bury myself in UofL’s library next week. I’m trying to sort out my health insurance with some help. So things are getting wrapped up. Now I just need to pack. And prepare myself for extracting myself from the U.S. and not being involved in my friends’ lives except over the phone and e-mail. I’m having some trouble dealing with this, but when I’m over there, I’m sure I’ll be consumed with studying and making friends and going to pubs (maybe).
Well I just thought I would write a little and now it’s turned out to be a little long. I’ll try to see everyone, except Ian probably, before I leave. But Ian I’ll call you, so it’s okay. Sorry I keep leaving right around your birthday. Stupid Oxford plans their terms wrong. Okay, I get sidetracked easily. I’m going to stop typing now.