After entering into the Media Fellows class of 2015 at DePauw University three years ago I never thought this time would actually be upon me. The vague internship I was told that I would go on four years ago seemed so far away, but here it is. Now, it's not what I envisioned I'd be doing. I'm not in Rome or New York or LA. I'm not doing TV or internal communications. I'm continuing my print journalism dream and interning at The Aspen Times in Aspen, CO.
And my suitcases are beginning to tell my story...
So, you would think it would be helpful to hang up all your shirts, dresses, skirts, etc....in your second closet and then fill a laundry basket with everything else you might need two weeks prior to when you will be filling your suitcase to the brim, but of course this way is not working. I decided to start carefully picking out my outfits a few weeks ago after I had a couple big shopping excursions to buy fall/winter intern appropriate clothes for the Colorado weather. This in theory was a great idea.
I laid out all my clothes on my bed, separated my clothes out by pants, tops, blouses, skirts, dresses, workout clothes etc. I then had a very fun fashion show in my room for hours on end one night seeing how many different outfits I could make out of all my clothes - after all I do have a itsy bitty addiction to buying clothes and putting outfits together that say "I am professional, yet young and ready to have fun." It takes a lot of work. And then, I had to narrow down my shoes and scarfs and coats.
By this time I was completely drenched in sweat and let me remind you that I have not even attempted filling my one large suitcase, on rolling R.E.E. duffle that loved me when I took it to London and Paris last January and finally my carry on duffle because I really do have this much stuff.
Two days ago since I leave Sept. 14th on a 7am flight on Southwest my mom dug through the attic and brought me the luggage I will have to pack in. Better to start packing early than too late. Now, I have packed all three bags once - a lot of stuff is still on my bed, desk and scattered around my floor, but hey at least most of it's in there, right? Well, now I have realized that because I am me and I can not cut down anymore of what I am taking I will just have to unpack myself and repack myself to make all my obnoxious about of stuff fit into 3 bags because I really don't want to pay for an extra bag.
My nerves about leaving St. Louis and traveling to Aspen, Co, a resort town that I have never been to before and know absolutely no one, have not yet set it. I guess I'll just have to get through the stress of packing to actually become nervous about setting out in a new town in a real newspaper environment for the next 3 months of my life.
Here I am less than 48 hours until I embark on a new adventure and I am preoccupied by packing...of course this would be how I am right now. Forget what my actual adventure is at the moment and let's just focus on what I will be wearing throughout al of it and being able to get it there in one piece.
Don't get me wrong, I have stressed a lot about my housing, my reporting skills and what it will be like living on my own for three months in a town I have never been to before, but when you put a girl into a room that looks like her closet threw up a black hole her life suddenly becomes what can fit in those bags and come with her to keep her company before she actually meets new people and starts out on her new adventure.
Packing first, excitement/nerves for adventure second.
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