Today marks the beginning of my internship at a prestigious local luxury/literary magazine. Nervous as I was, I showed up at the tiny office -- which, to my delight, smells of paper and ink, and is filled with the voices of the magazine's talented young writers and editors, chatting away or gossiping -- armed with Gatsby and my laptop.
And, as I had predicted, my day as an intern began with the typical gruesome duties. All the while, though, I was only thinking two things: 1) Damn, am I lucky to be working here, and 2) This is a good workout.
Excited for what is to come.
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