Little Nothings

What a week. Every day has been packed with more exploration, new friends, and some very very late nights.

On Thursday, I had an interview after work at an upscale restaurant in Brooklyn, called The River Cafe (http://www.tripadvisor.com/Restaurant_Review-g60827-d482173-Reviews-The_River_Cafe-Brooklyn_New_York.html) As you can see if you follow the link, is that it is the number 1 rated restaurant in Brooklyn, and for good reason. The driveway is cobblestone, surrounded by beautiful gardens. When the doorman lets you in, you find yourself in a Gossip Girl Sunday Brunch-style dining room with sweeping views of the city. It’s a bit intimidating to imagine working there, where the expectations are much higher than in my previous hosting position. However, it would be quite an experience rubbing elbows with such an upscale clientele- it’s said to be the regular watering hole for rich investment bankers, professional athletes, and movie stars. I find out if I got the position on Tuesday.

Later that night, a friend from work and I went out in the city with a friend of hers from the student housing she is living in. We went to the pub which inspired McClaran’s in “How I Met Your Mother”, first, which although it does not look exactly like the pub in the show, is still very cool. There are pictures of the cast all over, and drink specials at 8pm on weeknights, when they play episodes of the show. Speaking of which, I really need to catch up on season 7…

Yesterday, I met up with a friend of a friend during the day, and along with her friends from college, we explored the Highline (an old railway turned into a park) , then picnicked in Central Park for the afternoon. Later last night, we met for drinks and dinner by Penn Station, before heading out to the bars by NYU. The bar we spent most of our time at was called “The 13th Step”. By 1:30, I was feeling good and tired, and wanted to go home. However, somehow I was convinced to stay until 4am… I can safely say that I have never been out at a bar as late as I was last night.

Due to sleep deprivation and resolute laziness, I am quite set on doing nothing today. However, I feel guilty not doing at least something with my time, so I believe I will head to Target to get a pillow (mine is small and lumpy), some towels, etc. So domestic. Anything to get me out of the house, if only for an hour.

While all of this is rather mundane I suppose, I think I am keeping it more for myself than anything. After last summer, I was so thankful to be able to look back and read through my adventures on the ranch. Initially, while writing about my experiences, I had thought to myself, “there’s no way I could forget”, and now to this day find myself surprised at some entries, as I had forgotten some details of my days there. So, I am promising myself now to be better this summer than last about detailing every little adventure.

Anyways, off to do something with my life for a change. More soon!

1 down, 9 to go

While my title insinuates that I am keeping track of my time here, I really can’t say that I am. Already, it feels much too real for me to be doing so- I feel like I actually have moved here, and that I’m simply at the beginning of a new job. I believe that means I am much more at home here than I ever could have predicted. People all around me were telling me how much I would love New York City before i came here, and as much as I hoped that they were right, I never thought they could all be as right as they were.

New York City Hall, host to a Press Conference

My first week of work came and went quite quickly, as it’s definitely a “hit the ground running” kind of position. There are 5 or 6 permanent staff members in the office, along with us 5 interns. Therefore, the work is spread out amongst us pretty evenly, and the staff was quick to give us all quite a bit of responsibility. 3 interns are in a different office doing research for various reports one of the staff members is writing (ex: the issue of hydrofracking for natural gas).  Along with one other intern, I am doing mostly citizen outreach, which means a lot of work with social media and communications with the activist team we here at Common Cause work alongside much of the time.  Some of the issues most important to Common Cause at the moment are to end Stop and Frisk (a police practice primarily targeted at minorities which infringes on constitutional rights), promoting a bill to expand voting rights, and to promote the installation of an NYPD Inspector General. This last issue is a brand new one. In fact, tomorrow at noon we are joining a press conference at city hall announcing the proposal of a bill that would move to make such a position permanent in New York City. It will be my second press conference already, the first being last Thursday, regarding a voting reform bill.

What else to report…hmmm….ahhh. Yes. New York City shopping. It is the one thing I knew I would have as much appreciation for as I do. While my spare change is limited (until I find a weekend job exactly for this purpose), I am confined to mostly window shopping. But in the city of everything designer, everywhere, it’s not as much fun as you might think.

The line this morning for the YSL sample sale…wrapped all the way around the block to 9th ave

However, I did find a nice watch at Century 21, which is essentially a department store with Nordstrom+ designers but Ross prices. Also, last Saturday, my roommate and I went to the Brooklyn Flea Market where I snagged a vintage 1970’s Louis Vuitton wallet. Today, I’m checking out my first sample sale. [Sample Sales, for those of you NYC virgins, are held by various designers in boutiques or warehouse-type spaces, for the purpose of selling their excess merchandise. This week, if you were lucky to get in (the lines were horrendous), you could snag a DVF shift for under $200, Tory Burch cluch for under $100, and just last week, (if you were lucky enough to score an invite) Christian Louboutin pumps for $250.] The sale I’m braving is La Perla, which could be a cluster, but worth it. Their products normally go all for 150+, but babydolls and bras are at a very reasonable fare, if you can find your sizes, that is.

A friend from the ranch last summer is here in the city for one last day, so hopefully we can have a White Front reunion before she departs, and before I fall into bed at (hopefully) a more reasonable time than last night. I guess I should be returning to work, even though I am between tasks, at the moment.

More soon.

Beauty and Essex and Awe

Neale Donald Walsch once said, “Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.” This first weekend has proven that mantra to me throughout. I am in a new city, where I am a minority for the first time in my life, and I barely know anyone. That’s a lot to take on at once. But someone told me today that to do what I am doing here takes a great deal of courage- very true. You can’t walk down the street worrying about a plan or where you will eat your next meal, you just have to go. Go somewhere new. See something new. It’s good for you to push yourself like that, I believe.

Already, i find myself becoming more open here. Like I said, I do not come from any areas of great diversity. In fact, if you wanted to find the sheer opposite of my little neighborhood in Brooklyn, I believe Sammamish, WA might just fit the bill. That’s not a bad thing, however. I have never thought about myself as close-minded or bigoted, but when you all of a sudden live amongst people of every nationality, religion, and SES, there are moments when you might feel anxious, apprehensive, or downright scared. I had my first moment of fear today, in fact.

The train systems here are fairly complex. Efficient, but complicated if you do not educate yourself on their operation.  Mara, my roommate, warned me to check service advisories for the tracks I take during weekend traffic, as they tend to change. For instance, today, heading back from Manhattan to Brooklyn, the C train I normally take was running express (meaning it only stopped at a few major hubs along its usual path, skipping local stops, like mine), which put me 3 stops north of my street. That may not sound like much, but when I came out of the station, I found myself to be the only caucasian face as far as the eye could see. Now, I was fully prepared to walk south down that street and not worry, as I didn’t want to feel paranoid. However, when my phone died, I stopped and asked a cop if I was headed back the right way to Waverly. He seemed very concerned that I was alone, and put me on the next bus that was heading south, saying I shouldn’t walk that distance alone. This experience made me feel several things A) thankful for police B) foolish, as it made me see that sometimes I have to listen to my gut saying “no no no go right back down into that subway station” and C) Mara wasn’t kidding when she said it wasn’t far from the apartment that you can see the neighborhoods change in the matter of safety. Thankfully, I know what mistake I made (I had to transfer trains 2 stops back), so I will not be reliving this situation again.

Shifting gears. Last night, I met up with a friend of a friend for dinner on the Lower East Side, where we found an amazing hole-in-the-wall italian place. The food was good and very reasonably priced, and the restaurant was just around the corner from the very popular bars in the area. Rachel’s friend from school is also interning here this summer, so she joined Rachel and I and we all headed to Spitzer’s. Spitzer’s was a good choice, as it were, as we met a couple of nice friendly New York guys (the place was a watering hole for attractive young professionals), who took us to a couple more bars. The one that stood out to me, which I had read about already, was called Beauty and Essex.

The first thing you see when you get inside Beauty and Essex

In the style of a speakeasy circa the 1920’s, the entrance to Beauty and Essex is in the back of a pawn shop. Very cool. Beauty and Essex is as it sounds- beautiful. A giant chandelier hangs in the foyer, with a wraparound staircase leading to the upstairs bar. Marble, mirrors, dim lighting, and expensive drinks make Beauty and Essex home to some rich, attractive people. If I had not had my drinks bought for me, there would be no way I could have afforded it- thank god not all New Yorkers fulfill their stuffy and impersonal stereotypes!

Today, I woke up at the leisurely hour of 11, and watched some True Blood (on which I

I always wondered where in Manhattan that arch was…

am admittedly completely hooked, despite its undeniably trashy nature), before heading out to the city. There, I met up with another friend-of-a-friend, well, a cousin-of-a-friend, for coffee near NYU. The area around the law school, Washington Square, is beautiful, with classy homes and lots of impressive architecture. I was hoping to explore for longer, but my phone was dying, so I made the right decision to head back to Brooklyn.

I’m keeping it low-key tonight. I’ll probably watch a few episodes, have a small dinner, then head to bed early. I start work tomorrow at 10, so I want to be well rested and feel prepared for my first day at Common Cause. Fingers crossed that I don’t get lost or make a complete fool out of myself!

Somewhere in Brooklyn

I’m waking up in the city for the first time, and boy, it’s going to take some getting used to. While the bed in my room is super comfortable, and I love the skylight over it, I’m definitely not used to hearing people and cars and sirens all. night. long. Thats what you get when you moved to the city that never sleeps, I suppose…

Today I am meeting up with another New York transplant, and together we will try to get a lay of the land, and explore Manhattan. Before that though, I am determined to go have breakfast at the little French place around the corner, which comes highly recommended by Mara, my roommate. That’s one thing I can get used to- the wide assortment of foreign cuisines. Last night I ordered Thai food from a place a few blocks away and it was perhaps the best pad see yew i have ever had. So things are looking good in the food department, anyhow. Even though Mara warns against it based on every place being ‘snooty’ (kind of what I am gathering anyways), I really want to see the high-end joints in the Meatpacking District. Some of the celebrity-run, celebrity-frequented restaurants are there, and even if I can’t afford a 3-course meal there, I would still like to try Nobu57’s tomato civeche and STK’s seared big-eye tuna.

Well, lots to see and lots to do this morning- Just one episode of True Blood while I get ready, then I’m off! (Yes, Mara has every season, and after being here for 14 hours, I am already hooked)

Taking a bite out of the Big Apple

The day is here-almost. Tomorrow I embark on the most daunting, but also most promising, adventure of my life. My flights are booked, my bags packed, my roommate expecting me; I’m all set for my summer in New York.

I remember about 13 months ago I was preparing myself in a fairly similar way. I spent my first summer away from home ever on a ranch in Montana, for an internship with a political nonprofit. A nonprofit much more poorly funded than Common Cause, the organization I start work for on Monday, but a nonprofit with a similar goal in mind, nonetheless. And now the stakes are perhaps raised, but the form stays the same. I will be doing research (of what nature I am still a bit unsure, but I know it has to do with campaign finance), along with a large workforce, for an organization dedicated to the preservation of ethics in politics- for free. Again. Hopefully, though, it will lead to some sort of opportunity post-graduation that will be accompanied by a paycheck that will make the past couple summers’ worth of free labor all worth it in the end.  Now, all I have to do is get there.

It doesn’t seem real. The idea that I will be in New York City, the ‘Big Apple’, this time tomorrow, is completely unreal.  Over the past couple months, I have been showered by congratulatory statements and excited missives by family and friends. “That is so exciting!” “You’re going to have the time of your life!” “I’m so jealous, you’re so grown up now!” Etc, etc, etc.  But the truth is, the whole idea is so surreal, even now when it looms just around the corner, that none of those things people have said really sunk in.  I don’t think they will until I wake up to the sights, sounds, and smells of the city, really.

Everyone has seen pictures of New York. Everyone has seen movies set there. In fact, a few of my all-time favorite films take place there. And always, the storyline is highly complimented by the grandeur of the bright lights, buildings that seem to scrape the atmosphere, and beautiful people, all which make up the backdrop to characters’ lives. That’s all I’m going on, really. So I have a very set expectation of what it will be like. I cannot wait to have some of those expectations met, hopefully some exceeded, and to be completely baffled by some unexpected turns in the road ahead of me.

Going into my summer in New York City, I have a few goals to accomplish while there. Call it an IBL. Intern Bucket List. Some of these are as follows;

  1. Visit the Prada flagship store;
  2. Purchase one key designer item to mark my time there;
  3. Visit Ellis Island, where my great great grandfather passed through on his journey from Germany (original, I know. And touristy. But I don’t care about what kind of stigma may come from my interest in this classic NY landmark.);
  4. Visit all of the museums on Museum Mile (The Met, The Guggenheim, The Museum of Modern Art, etc);
  5. Find the best gnocchi in New York City (My closest friends will understand this);
  6. Get my hair done at the Frederic Fekkai salon;
  7. Get into Provacateur (look it up);
  8. Not get lost- too many times;
  9. Actually learn something in my work at Common Cause;
  10. Be open to the people that I will undoubtedly cross paths with.

That last one comes with a certain subtext- As much as I hope to make many connections while I am there, I know not to get in too deep, like last summer. While it made that little town in the backwoods of Montana a gem to me, a place I will never forget, I also don’t want to go through the kind of heartbreak I experienced the last year, while trying to move past it.

Enough of the serious stuff, though.

Now, I will try to just not be too nervous, get some sleep tonight, and keep an open mind. It’s the city of dreams! And it’s all mine for two and a half months.

It’s That Time Again…

Well, Summer has rolled around again. While the Pullman rain makes it hard to remember that the warm months are just around the corner, time did it again and pulled a fast one on me.  In a week and a half, Lauren and I will be packing up and moving out of the apartment we were just getting settled in when I left for Philipsburg a year ago.  She will be going back home to Port Angeles, and I will go my own way, first to Iowa to visit my parents, then to New York City for a 10 week internship with Common Cause.

Common Cause is a nonpartisan nonprofit, much like Project Vote Smart, but it is much better funded than the latter.  I will be working on a project involving campaign finance research, which will involve partnering with an organization called Fair Elections New York.  I can’t wait to employ the skills I accrued last summer, and to further develop my knowledge and passion for all things politics and legislation.

I will know a small handful of people in the city, unlike when I headed out to Philipsburg, a town I had never heard of with all strangers in it.  However, it has either been years since I’ve seen them, or they are so established in the city that I will feel weird invading their bubble.  Hopefully a few of them will take the time and patience to show me around the city that never sleeps.

Like last summer, I will use my blog as a means of connecting to all of my friends, and keeping them updated. Also, my technology-challenged mother should have an easier time of navigating herself to this page which will have all the details of my day-to-day life, rather than calling me constantly.  The time difference between here and Seattle will take some getting used to, but at least I know that if the city lives up to it’s name, and i find myself unable to sleep one night, I will be able to call home without worrying about waking anyone up.

This post is pre-emptive, as I don’t leave until June 1st.  Until then, I wish everyone a happy and safe return home from school, and I hope you will tune in when I embark on my second incredible journey.

Everybody has to leave, everybody has to leave their home and come back so they can love it again for all new reasons.
― Donald Miller

Tik, Tok..

I am currently enjoying a rare break from hustle and bustle in the lodge. Tonight marks the beginning of the Project Vote Smart Olympics, starting with a huge game of capture the flag. I would have participated, but had the opportunity to go on a horseback ride instead–Capture the Flag being something I can do anywhere, anytime, I figured the ride was the better option. Zack, my usual horse of choice, was pretty spooked, in comparison with his typically docile nature. I think it had to to primarily with the electricity in the air that marked the incoming thunder storm.

Tomorrow is the beginning of my last full weekend-a crazy thought.  It feels like just yesterday that I woke up to a dusting of snow on the ground, and had thought “WHAT AM I DOING HERE?” But having met the people I met, and done all the things I have gotten the opportunity to do, both made the past 9 weeks fly by. It is unbelievable to think that Eddie left 3 weeks ago, and that Will left 5 weeks ago. Andrew and I both are in a strange state of denial/sadness/excitement about leaving. I am thankful that I am not going through this alone, like Eddie and Will had to do.

I’m about to start The Dark Knight with a few others in the TV room; It will be the first time I have watched it since it was in theaters. Speaking of theaters, I’m positively tickled at the thought of seeing Harry Potter with everyone on Sunday in Butte! It’s strange to think that something that has been a fixture in my childhood is coming to a conclusion. It’s really quite sad.

Alright, movie time!

Growing Attachments

It’s hard to believe I am already on week 3 here on the ranch. The days move slow, but the weeks are flying by. It definitely helps that my relationships here have only grown stronger day by day.

Over the past week and a half, I have gotten 3 new roommates, who are all easy to talk to and people I could see myself being friends with outside of this bubble we live in. I consider myself very lucky.

Last night, the director of PVS, Richard Kimball,  arrived with his wife and will be here for the remainder of the summer. With him came the annual Memorial Day barbecue, which was only somewhat dampened by the cold weather and lingering snow on the ground. After dinner, we had various games and tournaments, with the prizes being lotto tickets Richard had gotten. Trivial Pursuit revealed our true naivety on the grand scheme of themes, and left us banking on either pool or foosball to be our strong suit. Who knew that I was decent at foosball, but we won against the only other team entered in the foosball tournament, earning us 10$ in lotto tickets. Nothing crazy, but that’s 4 Cold Smokes at the White Front…

Tonight, we play in our second game of the softball league season, which we hope to not lose as terribly as last week’s embarrassment. My friends here have picked up quickly that I really am not having fun if I’m losing…apparently my faces are fun to watch, besides the game itself.

It’s becoming harder and harder to remember to write or Facebook or email, as my attachment to this place and these people grows stronger and stronger. So all of you back home, never take it personally if I am out of touch. I am simply getting more than I ever thought possible out of this experience.  I already know that when I leave here, I am going to be missing things and people from this experience very much. From nights at the bar to pranks in the office to late night talks about politics to explorations in the fields that end in adventures in tree houses, every moment I spend in this place becomes a memory I will always hang on to.

Day 1/70

Well, I just got off from my first day working 8-5 in an office, and I can safely say it was a lot more tolerable than I thought. Halfway through the day I realized that I was enjoying being buried in a pile of folders holding bills in various stages of the legislative process. It’s tedious work, but fairly simple once you develop a system.

My job essentially entails reading a bill, inputting what step it is on in the legislative process (introduced to the senate or house, passed/failed on the first vote, being voted on by the opposite house for a concurrent/non-concurrent vote, etc.), then inputting each individual vote cast by all the senators/representatives. All that information is sent into our database, and passed on to the staff above me for proof reading, and after 3 checks it is published to our website for voters’ utilization. To some, it may sound something like hell on earth. I nerdily enjoyed reading about how bills are actually passed into law, and I can already tell how much I am going to learn about our government which few actually know about.

It’s about dinner time so I am off, as my chore for the week is kitchen duty (woohoo!)  Lauren, Lindy, Alex, anyone exciting, etc, you should proooobably facebook me and ask me about the story I want to share with all of you which I shouldn’t publish 😉

xoxo

Sunday’s Explorations

After having only a bagel and a little box of animal crackers all day yesterday before having a “dinner” of honey nut cheerios once I finally reached the ranch, I woke up hungrier than I may have ever been today.  Luckily the kitchen has everything I could ask for- cereal, oatmeal, fruit, gold fish, trail mix (yes Lauren, I got extremely excited about the trail mix.) The other new intern and I got a full tour of the grounds from Cornelia, and I quickly realized how gorgeous this area is.

Later, after reading more in Water for Elephants and getting more of the low-down on some of the staff, us interns and a couple staff members went into town to explore. They took me to the candy store which is legitimately amazing. Slash dangerous. It has 1200 kinds of candy, which obviously includes my favorites, like swedish fish or anything dark chocolate. I think my time will be more safely spent at “The WhiteFront”, which is the popular local bar across the street. We hung out there for a while, where I learned that Shuffleboard is NOT just for geriatrics. It got real heated real fast and apparently both of us new interns have a knack for it. Some day I will be kicking ass at it in my retirement home.

We headed back to the ranch for dinner, which was delicious. Our cook is a very boisterous black woman who is hard to understand due to her accent, and smokes like a chimney. She loves to talk and already I can tell she has some pretty crazy stories to tell.

The 7 of us (5 interns plus the 2 staff members that will be leading my department) just finished watching Inception, then went our separate ways off to bed. I can safely say I am dreading a 7am wake-up, but I am getting really excited to start work in the morning. Apparently Key Votes is the department to be working in, just because the staff leading it are awesome and pretty laid back. I’ve already heard horror stories about the leaders in the research division, so I am counting my blessings.

Here are a few of the pictures I took today…

My morning view
My nook in the room
Biggest. Candy Shop. Ever.

Well that’s all for now. Gotta be up super early for day #1, wish me luck! I’m gonna need it 🙂

xoxo

Note to self: never trust iphone driving directions.

First of all, If you have ever wondered whether or not anyone would be crazy enough to live 10 miles off the main road in a town with a population of 1000, on a road worse on a car’s suspension than climbing a sheer cliff, I have your answer. Yes, and they happen to sometimes (luckily) not be psycho killers but in fact very helpful, and understanding of VERY lost people.

My day started in my new apartment in Pullman, and I was on the road by 10. So in case you are wondering how it took me until 7:30 to get to the ranch, hear me out.

Mistake #1:   telling the camp director I would be there by 4, forgetting the time change.

Mistake #2: deciding I wouldn’t need the directions Darren (the guy who hired m me) gave me, choosing to use my iPhone’s google maps instead.

Mistake #3: not thinking that I was going the wrong way when there was no sign-out on the turn I took for Project Vote Smart, Moose Lake (which we are right on), or even the name of the road, which was supposedly “Common Ground Lane”

Then my phone died.

Mistake #4: I ended up at what looked at first glance  like a giant abandoned warehouse, after killing my poor little volvo’s suspension.  I saw a doorbell and what looked to be like a family mini-van outside, so I decided that it was worth a shot. At this point I figured if I got hacked up by some serial killer and left there, people would come looking for me eventually. I rang the doorbell, and instantly saw 4 little blonde heads come run to the window upstairs, and heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. A burly man in sweats answered the door, and when I told him I was lost looking for Project Vote Smart, my heart sunk considerably when he said he had never heard of it. But then he said, “maybe my wife knows, come on in.” Gulp. Every horror movie I have ever watched told me to turn and run back to my car, but I crossed my fingers and prayed that there were a few nice people left in the world…who live in Montana back country. Luckily, my worst fears did not come true at all! His wife got up from the couch where she was watching Wall.e with the kids, and talked me through “real” directions to the ranch. As I thanked them and pulled away, I promised myself more and more with every rock/boulder my car bottomed out on that I would buy a truck as soon as I am home from this adventure/nightmare.

Mistake #5: Deciding the kind woman’s directions were wrong, only based on the fact that obviously she was sending me down some remote road where her family’s disgrace of a serial killer lives, just because it had been a while since she had sent him fresh meat. Again, way too many horror movies. I went back towards Philipsburg, where I was determined to find someone to help me. I walked into what seemed to be the only open building in the entire town, which happened to be a sapphire shop. (there is an old abandoned sapphire mine near the town, which seems to be its only attraction) The woman directed me to the sheriff’s office, where the nice dispatcher gave me REAL directions this time…which were exactly what the nice woman back in the boonies had given me. So this time I just went for it, and I found myself going down what is most likely the world’s longest dirt road.

I can’t even describe the relief I felt when I finally pulled up in the parking lot, and was greeted by the 5 interns who are already here. Although I get the distinct feeling that their patience for “first-weekers” is very thin, I imagine that as more interns arrive I will start to feel less like a pledge….Although I am slightly worried about some “jokes” they’ve made about hazing…

I am living in a huge lodge room which has 3 bunk beds and its own bathroom, and my one roommate is the one other female intern here for the moment. She is on week 9 of 10, so unless someone comes next week, I am about to be in my own room.   My roommate  informed me that the interns all go into Philipsburg to go to the bars on Wednesdays and the weekend nights, and assured me that they’re all cool about youngins like me 🙂  I can’t imagine going out here, it will definitely be a trip.

I am already missing civilization, aka having cell phone coverage, but they all say that you get used to it.  I’ve been warned that the first 2 weeks feel like  a lifetime, but after that the time starts flying. I miss each and every one of my friends and family, but after this taxing day I have a feeling it will get better.  There are a few people, however, that I can safely say I am going to have withdrawals from real quick here…

On Monday I start work in the Key Votes department, which focuses on reading and summarizing of legislation. The intern here who is also in that department told me its fairly interesting and that the department heads are really cool to work with. I am looking forward to getting into the meat of what I am actually doing here, as it will make the nostalgia for the real world less intense.

The grounds director, Cornelia, seems like a trip in herself. her boyfriend, or “fella” as she refers to him, is in town, so they apparently have been enjoying each other’s company a lot, and often…fairly openly. So she’s kinda interesting I guess. She told me that next weekend we will have an organized horseback ride around the area open to all of the horse enthusiasts!

Tomorrow I will post pictures of the grounds, as it’s already pretty dark. It’s beautiful though, i can tell you that.  That’s all for now, I will write more when I get the chance. Missing you all so much already.

xoxo

T Minus 2 days…

Hello All!

For the next 10 weeks, starting on Saturday, I will be working in an internship with Project Vote Smart, a political non-profit compiling a database called the “Voter Self-Defense System”.  I, along with 39 other interns, will be aiding in research and fact-checking from 8-5 every day of the week.  Sounds pretty daunting, and I’m sure it will be tedious.

The catch with this whole situation is that the interns all live together on a giant ranch in Phillipsburg Montana, a tiny town west of Butte in the Rockies.  There is no cell phone service, so I will have a calling card just for special occasions/people 🙂 Also, while I will have Wifi, I am going to do a Facebook detox and stick to blogging to keep all of you updated. This is going to be a huge adventure for me and I am so glad I have ways of keeping you all updated on all the crazy things I’m sure I will experience!

I love you all, and cannot wait to see you again. I will be back on July 23, and until then, good luck in all of your jobs, internships, school, and whatever traveling you get to do!