It’s the last week of my internship and as I near the end, it’s bittersweet. In some ways, it feels like time is moving too slowly this week after rushing past me for the last eight weeks. I’ve been jittery and while I prepare to send out thank you notes, get cupcakes for my last day, and ask for feedback, I’ve also been reflecting on my first internship as a college grad and how it’s gone for me and which lessons I’ve learned.Read More
For me, growing up was always intertwined with moving. My family and I moved a lot, usually every three years, across cities and countries. We often also moved apartments in the same city. And I’ve always loved it. But it sometimes feels odd to me that I’m not tied down to a place, especially when most of my friends have known the people in their social circle since they were toddlers or when they talk of “back home”.