Patriotic.

A month later I'm posting about my July 4th experience in the capital.
Oh well.

Friends could tell you that I anticipated this day. I even wore a red polka dotted dress to celebrate it. Honestly, there was this feeling in my heart that didn't go away. The whole country was celebrating its accomplishments, its hopes, and most of all, its blessings!

How blessed we are:
--to not have bombs dropped on us every day.
--to worship in a mostly free society.
--to say what's on your mind and not get killed for it.
--to live in a place where people can pursue their dreams and have a chance. A better chance than they would elsewhere.

I'm a patriotic Indian American which could come across weird. You just don't run into us everyday. But if anyone would know what the American dream was about, it may be my family. Only 30 something years ago, my aunts and uncles...and my dad came to America for a better life, NOT FOR THEM. No, they left everything they knew, to give me, my brother and my cousins a chance. And I am so ever grateful for that sacrifice.

So that's what I was thinking about when I watched the parade that serene morning. Or when I stood on the Capitol lawn and watched the most spectacular fireworks light up the sky that night.
My heart was full.

Naivete

Currently, I'm compartmentalizing my life and trying to ignore and deny the fact that I will be in a different state, scratch that, district of the United States.

I'm far from ready or prepared for the trip or the internship that awaits me. The gracious Nancy Bocskor hired me to do her marketing for her this summer as well as feed me lunch, give me opportunities to learn about internet activism and attend networking events. Which makes me think: should I make business cards? All the while, I'll be living and taking classes at Georgetown University and will have free weekends to explore the city that only comes second to the arts, theatre and nightlife of NYC.

And in those 2 months, I plan on doing the inevitable. (If you know me, this isn't surprising.) Find Obama. He's a man I admire. With him being so close, I cannot avoid the great chance I have of actually seeing and meeting the President face to face!

I'm excited. But first, I have to get through two more finals, packing, cleaning, and saying goodbyes.

Here it goes.