Today I walked out
of the National Council For Adoption with a pair of heels in my bag and two notebooks in my hand. I
purposefully didn’t think about saying goodbye, because then I would get teary
eyed and such. Who even wants that to happen? So instead, I gave hugs all
around, snapped a picture of the plaque and then walked past it and out the door.
NCFA has
been the best temporary home for the summer. It was a little chilly on some days
in that corner intern office, but we had two windows to open and heat up the room (uh DC summer). We were provided unlimited Starburst and cracker
cookies leftover from the Conference in June. At times you could hear some singing from us interns (which is now embarrassing because I didn’t realize how many people
could hear…at one point I was singing to sleeping hotel patrons, but
we won’t go into details on that circumstance. ) All I’m saying is my workplace
is my favorite. I'm going to miss sitting by myself in
the conference room while pondering the innermost workings of adoption.
So, NCFA. Here’s to
you and all of the trips to Capitol Hill. All of the Starbucks runs. Your proximity to all of the great
stores. All of the times I walked Jefferson. Each Trader Joes run. That one
time we took a water taxi to National Harbor. And finally, the free Deer Park
water. I’m not sure why that was the penultimate ending statement, but it is. End scene.
2 comments:
Time to come home to me. See you soon my friend.
Jobs you love are the stuff of life. So glad you loved yours. But I'm also so glad to know that you love me a million times more than any of your jobs. See ya, byyyyye.
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