Have you ever seen that episode from The Office where Michael says he has no idea where his sentence is going, he just hopes he finds it along the way? That’s kind of, somewhat, totally what happened with this post. I started writing with no clear end goal in mind, just that I haven’t written in awhile and I needed to get my thoughts down on paper (or rather, on WordPress). (PS. enjoy some snapshots of my summer so far.)
I’m still undecided about whether or not this summer is going by at an unbelievably glacial pace, or if it’s speeding by faster than I can order my daily iced coffee. It feels like I just said “peace out” to my Sophomore-year apartment yesterday, but at the same time it feels like Junior year is right around the corner.
One thing I do know for sure is that my summer has been filled with the most amazing co-workers, both at my internship at Slice Communications, and at my job as a Senior Stylist at Free People in Suburban Square.
My Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays are filled with Slice, the girls I call my “intern friends”, pitching the media, drafting posting plans for social media, eating lunch in Washington Square Park, and the occasional Center City Sips. Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays are spent in a petite, boutique-sized Free People in the middle of the Main Line. Those days are filled with quaint Suburban Square, amazing managers, a fun and eclectic stylist team, and beautiful and artful clothing.
This summer is unlike any other, and perhaps my most favorite summer by far. Each day I do something different, I learn something new, whether it be about public relations, social media, Philadelphia, retail, fashion, or even sometimes myself. It has been a summer of experience, opportunity, growth, and impromptu soul searching, and I’m not quite sure I’m ready to let it go.
Most of my summers end with back-to-school shopping for Fall’s latest fashions, and fresh school supplies from Staples. This summer is ending with ensuring my Passport and Italian Visa are in my travel tote bag, shoving four months worth of clothing in one (maybe two if I’m lucky) suit cases, and crying as I anticipate the dreaded, but inevitable, homesickness. On August 28th I will be on a plane, flying over the Atlantic Ocean, heading to Florence, Italy.
As excited as I am to spend four months wandering around Europe, I get sad and prematurely nostalgic when I think about my summer of experience coming to an end. I know, I know, I will have plenty of new and once in a lifetime experiences in Italy, but saying goodbye to Philadelphia is something I’m not yet ready to do. I’m certain that by August 28th I will be, just give me time. For now, it’s rather bittersweet.
Before I say “arrivederci” to Philadelphia and “buon giorno” to Florence, I will continue to say “one small iced coffee please” before every Slice day and Free People shift. I don’t really know what’s going to happen the rest of this summer, and I’m uncertain about what abroad has in store for me. Similar to Michael Scott, I just hope I find it along the way.