There are very few times I sit in awe a piece of writing. But I did earlier this week. It was David Brooks’ newest long-form piece in The Atlantic: The Nuclear Family Was a Mistake. It’s a wonderful exploration of the changing structure of the American family. How it’s changed all our lives and mine. I recommend you give it a read. But one thing from the piece stood out to me the most: the family you make.
After realizing I do actually graduate in less than four months, I began to panic as I realized I haven’t seen much of the “real business world.” Thankfully the Hussman School has a rather good career services department.
I spent the bulk of my Tuesday nights freshman year sitting listening to debates by town and county officials regarding everything from Wegman’s to “The Goat Patrol.” I quickly learned local meetings could be anything from boring as watching paint dry, to a lively discussion about the future of the town itself.
Ask anyone in my family and they’ll tell you exactly what I wanted to be when I grew up from ages like 0-11. I wanted to drive a train.
Brunch is the greatest meal of the day. Full stop.
I think I’ve been staring at this open word document on my laptop for over two weeks now. No one told me it was going to be this hard to come back and do it again. After all, I’ve already spent a semester spilling my thoughts and experiences into the digital expanse. At least people could crack the eternal, “dId YoU sTuDy AbRoAd?” jokes last time I was here.
My last week in London sure did turn out to be a long one. After two exams and 24 hours of flights, customs, and security checks without sleep, I somehow made it all the way back home. But it’s not as bad as it sounds. I made sure to have a little bit of fun before one of my great adventures came to an end after 149 days.
It’s not every day your study break is stumbling onto a full military parade. But hey this is London and stranger things have happened. While I’ve spent most of the week studying or trying to study, I did manage to take a couple of breaks to soak in the last little bits of London while I still have the chance.
The second and final week of my mini summer vacation has been wonderful. I’ve spent most of the week going everywhere and anywhere with no particular plan in mind. It’s been strangely liberating in some ways. As I’ve explored the city, I realized how much I’ve come to love my home for the past few months.
Ah yes, summer vacation. One of the best times of year. I mean technically I’m not on vacation yet. I still have two exams that I really need to study for at the very end of May. But I figured I might as well try to get some vacation time in before that. So, this week I decided to do all the touristy and relaxing things I haven’t gotten around to in town yet. Honestly, I think I might be living my best life right now.