I hear all these people talk around me, but no one seems to be speaking with a British accent. Hold on, am I not back in London? Oh, right. I’m in Washington.
Coming back from a study-abroad term in London, to my hometown of El Paso, then moving out again to D.C. has been dazzling. I don’t know if life just feels like a dream right now or if I am dealing with post-study abroad depression with a mixture of joy for having an internship in D.C. One thing I can guarantee is that I am enjoying every minute of it, and I am beyond grateful for it all.
My first week reporting for the Scripps Howard Foundation Wire was busy, but I feel that was just a warm up. The first week felt more like an orientation and the perfect time to go around the city exploring – which is what it was, essentially.
Being able to explore another city and take photos of famous monuments is what made me feel nostalgic for London, I believe. But it was that same feeling of exploration that made me feel happy again. I do have wanderlust, so exploring any city brings great joy.
Being able to stand in front of a 19-foot statue of Abraham Lincoln at the Lincoln Memorial was overwhelming. I felt like I was at a movie set since the only place I have seen the statue has been in movies. Actually, the whole walk around the National Mall felt like a Hollywood film. At times I would look back and think that Nicolas Cage, Justin Bartha and the beautiful Diane Kruger were behind me, ready to uncover some new history mystery.
All the history in one place made me feel proud, yet small. Little by little, I’ll own my own piece of history here. I can see myself living and working here. In the meantime, I will have to put a lot of effort into my reporting and grow as a journalist.
I can expect a lot of things from D.C., including long work days, amazing story ideas and events to cover, field trips and great people. One thing I can’t expect, however, is a common conversation with a British person.