Hello DC.
Flashback to six months ago: college freshman overwhelmed with a decision to graduate in three years, frustrated with a seemingly endless about of homework, over committed to various organizations, and confused in so many friendships. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t know how to feel. All I knew was…I better not fail anything.
When I heard about an internship in DC, it was only fitting that I apply. For years, all I wanted to do was to go to DC and leave my mark on an increasingly progressive and morally degrading government. However, I knew in the back of my mind that I would not receive such an opportunity; it would be too good to be true. After all, “I’m only a freshman” I thought.
Apparently God didn’t agree. On a Monday afternoon, I got the call. I would be going to DC for the whole summer! I felt like someone had handed me the moon and I wasn’t entirely sure what I was supposed to do with it. Maybe, I wasn’t supposed to know. Maybe, I was just supposed to trust that His plan is superior to my expectations. That would be hard.
Here I am–sitting on a little bed looking out a second floor window down on a wooded street in beautiful Arlington, VA living my dream. I have learned so many things this past week, these past months, and this past year. In less than a year, I have gained more wisdom than I have picked up throughout my entire life. I am making decisions that will bare significance for the rest of my life. Is that allowed?
Hello freedom. Hello responsibility. Hello leadership. Hello initiation. Hello trials. Hello laughter. Hello hurt. Hello joy. Hello Summer. Hello new friends. Hello new world. Hello new beginning.
Hello DC.
