Well, five weeks lefts in Geneva.
My internship is amazing. I'm an in intern at the WHO in the dept for Children's Environmental Health and I love it. My bosses are great and I've gotten some really cool projects. Mostly I spend my time trying to keep my head above water- it's really intimidating to be there, man.
After all this time I seem to have figured out what I'm doing over here and what I want from it, but I'm not sure how well it will translate into text... so I might not bother. In any case, I'm feeling better about things, about me.
I'm really read to go to camp. For one thing, once I get there, I'll be done. Settled, or at least as settled as I know how to be. I'll know what the deal is for the fall. I'll know what's expected of me and who I can go to. I'll relax and be free. I can't wait. Hingham isn't home for me. It's where I see my family, and they are part of my home. But when I want to go somewhere to decompress and feel like me and feel like I know what's up... that's Walloon, baby. For so many of us, that's Walloon.
I haven't felt moved to write much, which bugs me, but oh well. I really only did it now because I didn't want to leave my last post as the words hanging in the air.
