No pasa nada.
In 24 days I will be home. Not Hogarth home, but real life home…not this strange and once in a lifetime reality I’ve been living. I don’t know how that happened. I do know that 24 days ago was June 27th. I was in Spain having an absolutely wonderful time after a tough but also wonderful 5 days in Missouri. Saturday marked one month since my grandpa’s death and I have felt him with me every day since then. Sitting on the train after a night and morning on the Southern coast of Wales, I thought of him and smiled, knowing for sure that I was exactly where he would want me to be.
Ticking clock, Everyone stop
Going to bed so I can wake up at 415 a.m. I have to be at CNBC at 6 tomorrow and it takes a little less than an hour to get there. It's been kind of a rough week at my internship but today was great and I think tomorrow will be too. They are really short staffed lately, thanks to budget cuts (big surprise), so I've been doing the teleprompter for about 3 or 4 hours a day. It's awful. I don't mind doing it because I know they need help, but it just gets hard to be upbeat when I'm so tired. The frustrating part for me is feeling like I'm sacrificing other incredible experiences (exploring Hyde Park at sunset or exploring new kinds of beer at Kingshead) so I can be a little less exhausted at a job that leaves something to be desired.
Bi-Weekly Blog Goal: Epic Fail
Hi Everyone! Just wanted to say hi because I don't think I've even been on the site for about a week. I did not actually forget about it, I just haven't had time or made time or found time...blah blah blah.
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Here's a pic of my flatmates and me! We are having a blast so far...follow my blog for all the funny stories about them!