With every ending comes a new beginning.
Thursday was my last day of my internship at CONAN. Bittersweet. There were lots of tears and lots of beers involved.
It felt like just when I was getting into the swing of things, it was time to leave. My nearly 6 months at CONAN taught me things about television production that my schooling could’ve never taught me, and I learned things about myself I didn’t even know there was left to learn. I wish I could say more, but I’m still conscious of the vow I took to be discreet. All I can really say is thank you to the CONAN staff for the kindness and the laughter. And to all the other interns? I can’t wait to see where we all end up 10 years from now. I wouldn’t have wanted to go into this new experience with anyone but you mentally unstable fools.
And to remember my time there? That rock, given to me as a parting gift. Sentimental, to be sure.
Last day Thursday, a goodbye celebration until the bar closed that night, next morning I was on a plane back to the East Coast. Just like that. Tomorrow, I start a job (that’s right, guys, as in someone is silly enough to pay me) at WGBH, Boston’s PBS member station that produces a bulk of PBS’ national programming (Downton Abbey, Antiques Roadshow, Arthur, etc), working in their Creative Department.
I had never imagined myself moving BACK to the East Coast 6 months after I move all the way out to the West Coast. Just as I was feeling a little uneasy about big plans being changed, I come home at 1AM and find those flowers waiting for me from my boyfriend, and suddenly, I realized, I’m only 22. I don’t need plans.