Before I begin this post, I must first apologize for it. It's going to sound utterly corny at times, but sometimes it's a bit necessary. Keeping this in mind, please continue!
Today is the last day of my internship, and I'm busy saying goodbye to everyone I have met during my stay here. It's something I don't want to do, but unfortunately it's a necessary part of the process. While I'm going out with the other interns tonight for dinner, and later meeting up with my new Belgian friends, I thought I should post a picture of some of us U.S. interns at the Embassy the other evening:
I'm going to miss them terribly!
Last night, however, I felt completely and totally at mohome. Now, for those of you who aren't up to date on your Mount Holyoke College slang, mohome is that wonderful feeling students get when they realize that the campus, friends, staff, and faculty have become apart of them. It's the feeling of being appreciated for your eccentricities and all the little quirks you enjoy about yourself. So yes, last night I was mohome.
My wonderful boss for the summer arranged a meet up of some of the Mount Holyoke alums in the area. Upon arrival at a lovely house a few blocks away from my own, I found myself surrounded by strong, confident, and smart women. The evening included delicious Turkish food, discussion of life in Belgium, and me being utterly ridiculous and telling them about my worries as a soon-to-be-senior with a whole world of possibilities in front of me. I have never been so mortified in my life as when I opened my mouth and found myself telling these strangers about my worries about what my course of action should be upon graduation.
And then it hit me: they were Mount Holyoke students. While they may have already graduated, they too had taken the same sorts of classes, eaten in the same dining halls, and (probably) had the same sort of hilarious anecdotes about Mountain Day that we all seem to have. They weren't strangers at all! They were family! And what's more, they helped me more than I could have ever imagined. They happily answered even some of my silliest questions and understood my desire to "get the ball rolling" as soon as I graduated. It was a lovely evening, and a perfect way to end my summer internship in Brussels. Indeed, what better way to end a summer than to find yourself surrounded by members of the MHC community?
Then again, it's not the end of my summer. While the internship has ended, I'll still be wandering about Europe for a little longer. First, I'm off to visit friends in the UK and to visit Ellen Whitehead, the utterly fabulous exchange student who I was lucky enough to meet last year. After that, I'll pop over to Amsterdam to visit a friend who is an alum I met while I was helping with reunions at school. To finish off the summer over here, I'll be going to Rome and Venice for a little sun and a lot of pasta. It's been an amazing summer full of strange and wonderful occurrences, and I have truly enjoyed and learned from it all. All of that is true, however...you know what? I'm really excited to go back to school in September.
Senior year, I hope you're prepared for the new(er) and (slightly) more worldly Claire Novak.