Catch up!

There is so much to talk about. I feel behind because I didn't write last week. One step at a time! Tonight I will tackle how I got here.

I am a tour guide at Skidmore College. Back in March I unknowingly gave a tour to the co-president of Anthropologie and her son. She approached me afterwards to thank me for the tour and ask me about my Etsy shop. She proceeded to tell me about her position in the company, how Anthropologie is frequently looking at and inspired by Etsy and loves having college interns. She gave me her business card, which is paper gold, and told me to contact her with my shop url. That evening, I emailed her with a thoughtfully crafted message and the following day I sent her my favorite barrette. The next Saturday, she responed, thanking me for the barrette and the tour, and she said she would like me to come to "her campus".
From there, we set up a day I could visit the Navy Yard. I was still in school at that point, so I had to wait until the summer. I had no idea what I was in for, except that Wendy wanted me for something. I didn't know if I was in for an interview, a chat, a tour. I didn't know what they were offering. I didn't know if I was in for a position in the company. It was all a mystery.
When I finally made it down, I was at URBN for a 3 hour long interview, tossed between almost 10 people in total throughout the 3 hours. The whole time I kept reminding myself to be me. That is who they wanted to see. All were extremely friendly, intelligent, and passionate about their work. All knew about my tour with Wendy, had my resume, and were excited about my portfolio. The day concluded with a chat with Wendy. She greeted me with a handshake and a kiss on the cheek, loved my artwork, spoke to me like a mom, and sent me off with a hug. She told me, while it ultimately was the UK teams decision if they wanted me or not, she really wanted me there. Soon after they called to offer me a paid summer internship position with the UK team. I didn't even know what they wanted with me until after I got the phone call.

Everyday I come home wiped. Everything is so foreign. Physically, I sit most of the day. Mentally, I am assimilating to a completely new culture and learning a new language on the job. Is this what going abroad is going to be like? If so, I don't know if my body will make it.

Tomorrow I will expand on the actual things I am doing at work. Too tired to write more. Now time for a shower and shut eye.