Recently, I had what you would call an interview of sorts for an upcoming internship opportunity. At 20 years old, deep into the 2nd year of University, I can bashfully say that this was my first ever interview/ or real internship. Being kept in a protective bubble of sorts will do that to you. Being handed everything from a very young age will also do that to you. Nonetheless I’m not complaining, in fact I’m quite grateful for the opportunities that have been put my way, and quite regretful for never truly taking or experiencing them.
Until last Tuesday, at a cute bohemian cafe in the city that I’m in, a table for 2, and a mouthful of cotton.