Day 63.
Three months since I’ve arrived in DC and I’ve long since felt like I belong. The hustle and bustle of the downtown commute has me emulating the New York scowl and quick pace as I wander through the streets to the twelve floor of my building. Working at the Stimson Center is nothing like I could have imagined: focused mission and people, with a great amount a drive and daily accomplishment, yet laughter and homemade sushi in the kitchen just down the hall. It’s my last day here and I now realize how much I will miss the people.
I have always known that research was not for me, I was never good at it. But there is no better chance to improve than to spend 504 hours researching, critically thinking, and writing. And there is no better opportunity to take than to improve skills with the help of professionals.
Today, I’m not thinking about my time as a researcher, or my time writing preliminary report drafts. Today, I am thinking about my down time and how it will soon be gone. I’m excited.
