I refuse to believe that my three months in New York are already over. It feels as though I’ve just returned from Belgrade. And yet, somehow, I’ve lived three full months filled with lots of work, learning, and joy.
This summer I held three separate positions, serving as a full time 9-5 intern, a part time writer, and contracted report writer. In between all of this I was also a friend, artist, and daughter, visiting friends wherever they were, photographing whatever I could, and helping my parents move out of the home they built for us 23 years ago.
For the past few years, I’ve thought of my summers as a period of meditation-- of uninterrupted reflection, as I usually spend them working in New York, away from my friends who are scattered all over the globe. This summer was no exception and has been one of my most productive yet.
While working so much was grueling at times, I have learned so much more than I ever thought I could and am grateful for the incredible opportunities afforded to me this summer-- the same ones I was longing for while writing countless cover letters over coffee in Belgrade.
Making the trip to Boston was nerve-wracking, at best, but once reunited with my little new england family it felt like I had never even left.
I will concede that my love for the arts has taken a seat on the back burner this summer, though I am eternally grateful to have the living work of art that is Manhattan as my home.
My one excursion was having a spontaneous engagement shoot for my brother and his new fiance, spawned over a chat about the golden hour at a family dinner.
As a daughter, this summer was strange. Watching my parents pack our family into dozens of boxes was melancholic, though I haven’t really lived in my childhood home in years. Despite the memories we will leave behind there I am thrilled about this new chapter of my parent’s lives, in a place that is so much more alive than my hometown. I’ve spent only a handful of nights in the new place and have already come to enjoy the community’s vibrance.
Now, as I prepare for a whirlwind of a week and to then move to London, I feel like this summer has gone by in no time at all. I blinked, and it was over-- all the long nights and early mornings somehow compressed into the span of a few days. All my coffees and diner breakfasts slapped together in one event. My trip to Boston is now a handful of hours as opposed to a handful of days, or so it seems. But they do say that time flies when you’re having fun, right?