Last weekend, I was fortunate enough to get out of Greenville, NC for a bit. With this semester going on and my internship’s capstone project closing in, I find myself extremely bothered by this three month straight routine: Wake up at 6, intern from 8-4, head to my spot, lesson planning/edTPA, cook dinner and lunch for the next day, and head to bed. I felt like I was drowning from the monotony of it all.
One of my best friends goes to NC A&T in Greensboro, NC, and he called me up about a trip to the DMV in a couple weeks. I didn’t hesitate much; I just checked my bank account, agreed, and we made plans to meet up. I almost wasn’t able to go because of time constraints and my internship, but we made it happen and I’m so glad I went.
I went to a bunch of different places, met different people, and got a taste of the D.C. nightlife, and I ended up leaving the city hungry. When I say hungry, I’m talking about that feeling you get when you eat a Lay’s potato chip—you can’t have just one—there’s so much of it, you crave more; it was intense. Even an entire week after, I still find myself getting lost in thought at the moments I took part in, and everything else I wanted to do.
Because of privacy reasons, I can’t be as descriptive as I’d like, but that weekend opened me up. There’s so much I want to see and experience, I feel that I need a year to just get away, see it all, and be everything I want to be.
That weekend, I lived my truth. It felt so good.