I’ve only been home for two and a half weeks, so i’m calling this blog a victory.
April 15, I came home to Kansas City after being in Washington, D.C. for more than three months. I was immediately welcomed by my family’s sarcasm and barbecue. When I texted my parents to let them know my plane had landed and was headed to the gate, my dad replied with this.
Our next stop was Oklahoma Joe’s, which has been tragically renamed Joe’s Kansas City. I refuse to call it that. It was a little odd to be home at first, and I definitely noticed some differences between the Midwest and Washington. People are much more likely to strike up conversations with strangers holding doors or restaurant employees — something I knew about the Midwest, but hadn’t experienced for three months.
One of the highlights coming home was getting to see my little sister Leah! I missed her like crazy, and she’s graduating soon. She’s coming to KU next year, and I couldn’t be more thrilled.
back at home
Since coming home, everything has gone essentially back to normal. I’m working part-time, freelancing and going to Lawrence frequently to see friends. Sometimes it feels like my semester in Washington never happened, except that everyone asks about it, and I don’t know where to start. There’s no way to make three months into a soundbite.
Next semester, I’ll be the news editor of the University Daily Kansan. It’s going to be a big year for the Kansan. We’re planning to amp up our digital work and print two days a week. Our focus is going to be on reporting and digital, rather than printing a paper. I’m looking forward to working with the Kansan editorial staff hiring my reporters this week! I’m incredibly nervous, but I think our editor-in-chief Katie Kutsko and managing editor Emma LeGault have great plans for us, and I’m thrilled to be part of it.
the last couple weeks in washington
By the beginning of April, I was ready to come home. I missed my family, my friends, my dog — certainly not my car. But I’m ready to go back to Washington. I loved working at the Scripps Howard Foundation Wire, the city and reporting on a national scale. I think I found my place.
My last couple stories were both big challenges, and I’m very proud of them. I was working on them right until the last day of the internship. I was pulling my hair out, afraid I wasn’t going to finish the, but it did, and I’m glad I wrote them. One was about rising numbers of sexual assaults reported through the Clery Act, and the other was about lengthy Title IX investigations.
As for my roommates…I miss them. Crazy as they made me, I wouldn’t have made it through three months without them. The family dinners, museum trips and hours binge watching House of Cards, the Mindy Project, How I Met Your Mother and Community (Wow, we watched a lot of TV) took six strangers and made us a super weird quasi-family. We spent way too much time together, and I’m glad we were still somehow friends when the internship ended. I hope I get to see all of them again someday.
Signing off of my Washington blog. See you next time I go somewhere cool.