#WeekendCoffeeShare–In Which I Moved…Again

If we were having coffee, I’d start off by saying hi! It’s been a couple very hectic weeks since I’ve joined the coffee share. I moved twice, lived in three different places, and was without wifi for a week. I’ve been preoccupied with getting into my own place, figuring out housemates, and continuing my job search. I’ve been learning a lot at the coffee shop and I’ve been feeling more comfortable (in some respects) with my position there.

If we were having coffee, I’d be delighted to let you know that I’m now officially a resident of the District of Columbia. I was so flustered and nervous when I didn’t have a place by August 1, but my college friend was so accommodating by letting me move in with her to her new place. I spent one week there until my current roommate and I had our DC place secured and ready to move in to. Last Sunday, we moved into a gorgeous, fully furnished house in a great neighborhood. We’ve signed a lease to live here until December, with the intention that we’ll be more settled into DC life then and have a bit more money on our hands to spend on furniture and such for an unfurnished house. For the time being, we are happy in our house for now. I met my roommate on Facebook, in a group for those looking for housing in the DC area, and she’s been great so far. We will have two more roommates joining us in the next month, including my good friend Phoebe, whom I interned with at the National Postal Museum in 2014! I love the way life can throw surprises at you if you allow it. Continue reading “#WeekendCoffeeShare–In Which I Moved…Again”

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But Really, What DO I Want to Be When I Grow Up?

Do you remember when you were little and what you wanted to be when you grew up changed from day to day? Maybe one day you saw a really neat TV show about space and your young self decided in that moment that you were going to be an astronaut, there was no question about it…until the next day, when you realized just how much you loved to dance, and settled on a career as a ballerina. That is, until the next day when you discovered something equally as exciting that you wanted to be when you grew up. When I was growing up, I recall that for a while I wanted to be a third grade teacher (really only because that was the grade we learned cursive in at my elementary school, and I loved cursive), but I also dreamed of being a movie star, a singer, a famous author, and a full-time mom. It was a continuous and awesome cycle of new discoveries, without any immediate fear of having to make a decision, since those decisions were so far off!

Since coming back from the Postal Museum, I can safely say that this pattern of going back and forth between possible future professions has been my life (or close to it). I feel like I’m five years old again and I’m dreaming of all the possible career options I could have, except it’s becoming more and more terrifying and real because I’m graduating from college in May. I now know that I don’t want to be a curator; when I left the Postal Museum, I was convinced that Museum Education was the way to go. Now I’m not so sure. What about a career Continue reading “But Really, What DO I Want to Be When I Grow Up?”