All my depressed writer ramblings from yesterday rang less true with me Sunday morning and even less today. I think I was having a mid-internship crisis brought on by a combination of moping around with a soar throat for three days and being homesick. Of course I still want to be a journalist, though I'm still not sure about the whole political thing. Eventually I will be a freelance writer, but I've known that all along. Right now, I just need to worry about enjoying DC for the 2 and 1/2 months I have left.
Truth is, I'm homesick for Rexburg. Never thought I would say that. But I miss my little bubble where you never hear cusses and never see cigarette smoke, and where everyone holds the door open for anyone, no matter what. But when you're homesick you can either whine or buck up. I'm attempting the latter. I do generally like it here. There are some super nice people in my ward, and its so cool to sight see in this historical city.
And church yesterday definitely cheered me out of my soar throat slump. We had ward conference and the choir sang. Naturally, I'm in the choir. We sang "Come thou font" and we sounded almost as good as the tab choir. It's so nice to be partaking of music like that again. And I've been learning some new piano pieces in my spare time too.
This morning, I have time to write before work because I woke up early. I guess all the sleeping I did over the past four days kicked in, and my body wouldn't let me sleep in anymore. I feel excited to go back to work today. I'm going to start writing about legislation soon, and that's gonna be super good training. So, I better go get ready for work!
I'm getting home sick for Rexburg too, and I know what you mean. I've been having the same train of thought lately, where I just want to find my other half and make a happy home for whoever he is and my children. But you're doing great and it should get easier over time! And look, it's already february!
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