when I grow up...

The famous question every kid loves to answer. The question that I probably answered "a princess" to until the age of 8 or 9 (no shame). The question that seems to need an answer and a definitive plan come senior year of college, "what do you want to be when you grow up?"

As kids, we are programmed to plan for the future. Programmed to know what we want to be, where we want to go to college, know the type of person we want to spend the rest of our lives with, and above all, know what we want to do for the rest of our lives.

I have always been a planner, a type-A that likes to know exactly what my week entails and where I want to spend my weekends. I had no problem choosing where to go to college...I mean let's be honest, anyone that visits KU falls in love at first sight ;) and I really didn't have any issues choosing my majors. But when my dad brought up the "where do you want to live after college?" curveball to me about six months ago, for the first time in my life, I had no idea.

For some reason or another, I stress about this question more so than finding a job after graduation. I feel like I need to determine where I want to go before I determine where to apply, and I could honestly go just about anywhere. I have lived in seven different cities in 21 years, in all different climates and time zones. I have formed a knack for keeping in touch with people (or so I think) and constantly missing people is something that I have grown accustomed to. But that doesn't mean I want to miss them forever.

That also doesn't narrow my choices down at all. I have friends in more places than even I've lived in, and in cities that I would be more than willing to move to in a heart beat. So when my dad continues to pester me with this ever-stressful question, and as time continues to tick, I continue to be at a loss.

So when I'm a full-time intern, constantly trying to prove myself and learn everything I possibly can in the short amount of time that I'm here, I feel more pressure than ever to figure it out. Obviously, every intern's ultimate goal is to get a job. Not necessarily with the company in which they intern for, but an intern wouldn't be an intern if they weren't looking for a job some day.

I was recently talking to my brother's girlfriend, Leah, who now lives in L.A. after growing up in Minnesota and attending college in North Dakota. She told me something that stuck out, she said "trust me, you'll figure it out. Maybe not today, or tomorrow or even the day you graduate, but you'll figure it out."

Amen.

I know that planning is a good thing, and wanting something to happen a certain way is also good. It means you care about your future and you want to be successful. Just like I have always wanted to be, successful. But now I realize that you can't always know and sometimes you just have to roll with it and trust that it'll all work out.

Unfortunately for my dad, he can't exactly plan his retirement quite yet, (obviously the only reason he's curious of my plans) And I can't exactly say where I'll be a year from now, but I do know that if it's anything like where I'm at now, I will be one happy girl.

And who knows, I might still get to be a princess.

no #internproblems here

So I have to admit, I never thought I'd become a "blogger" (and who's to say that I am...?) but since I've been back from Spain, I have actually kind of missed it. Unfortunately, I won't be doing too much travel posting like my "Sevilla nos inspira" blog, given my new role as a full time intern, but I can assure you that my life here in the Golden State will bring some cool stories to share. And if nothing else, it can cure my blog withdrawls.

Full time intern, summer in San Francisco, new blog, pop it forward, where's the connection? popchips. I am spending my summer living with my parents (more on this later) and working as a Digital Marketing Intern in the heart of downtown for a multi-million dollar company. a chip company, named popchips. If you haven't had them, try them. Not because I am promoting them, but because they are actually amazing. And they're at my fingertips (without leaving them greasy) all day long. I don't mean to brag, but I can assure you there are no "intern problems" here.

After getting over my journalism knack for grammar, sentence structure, being concise, etc. I decided to just write. I decided to write about anything and everything that relates to my time here. This isn't a "life of an intern" blog, or a traveler's guide to San Francisco. It's simply my voice, my thoughts and the occasional unorganized stories that come with my new 9-5, "California girl" lifestyle.

Well, time for some more coffee. This may have cured my blog withdrawls, but I have yet to discover a solution to my quickly acquired caffeine addiction. But if that's the "problem" that comes with being a full time intern, then I'll take it.