I Really Want This Internship

I really want this internship. I really, really want this internship. I didn't think I would want this internship this badly, but I really want this internship.

I want to spend the summer in DC. I want to work in an office environment where I can wear nice clothes. I want to do something that makes a difference. I want to jump-start my life, or at least my career. I want to work for an organization that helps people, that makes a difference in the world. I want to meet new people. I want to be a tourist and visit all those "our nation's capital" memorials and museums and shrines. I want to see my friends who live there. I want to be able to at least pretend there's a possibility of me getting a job when I graduate. I want to believe I'll be able to work in the field I want to when I graduate. I want to tell myself that I'll make it to Afghanistan soon, that I'll find a job that will take me there and that this internship will help.

I don't particularly want to spend two to three months living on my friend's couch, or to be away from my cats (i.e. my babies) for a whole summer, or to be paying rent and utilities here while I'm living there, but I still really want this internship.

Mostly because it will fool me into believing that I might have a job offer waiting form me this time next year if I get this internship and it goes well. Or at least I'll have some experience to offer other potential employers.

I really want this internship.