With my whole body tingling in a good way, I prepare for my NYC week– Monday, Wednesday & Thursday.
I need to make more connections this week, I whisper to myself. I need to speak with my editors and get to know them so we can have a relationship when everything is over.
You have no clue what I go through, what I endure, what my travels are like, what I see, how I feel, how I look, how I act. You haven’t the slightest how it feels to go to the Big Apple three days a week to intern for a magazine.
I’m ready. I’m ready for this week. I want this life so bad.
This is the first week that I’m fully prepped to begin my journey. In about 11 days, I will graduate with a BA in English. My Bachelor’s Degree! Can you believe it? Do you believe it?
Magazines. Magazines. And, magazines. I want to be a magazine writer. I’m yearning for that title. I can hardly wait to obtain it, but I must wait. I have to go through a few more obstacles to get there, but I will. I promise. I have the drive, ambition, passion & zest. I freakin’ love it!
I’m so ready for my New York Week.