The Last Goodbye... For Now

The Last Goodbye... For Now

The last 24 hours of our stay in D.C. were epic, unforgettable and emotional. We met so many amazing people here in the program that saying goodbye to all of them was hard, and practically impossible. Some of them I might never see again, others I certainly will. Yet, I don't regret meeting anyone. We've had an amazing time, we've had an amazing journey, amazing adventures. We had the best time of our lives. The program without you guys wouldn't have been the same, you made this program worthwhile, you gave me an unforgettable experience. You guys have enlightened me and changed me for the better.

24 hours before check-out. Making one last walk to the National Mall, paying a last visit to our dear Harris Teeter where we spend fortunes on food, but mostly on snacks, soda, ice cream, etc. And then, it's time for the last evening, last night, last sunset, last sunrise, last party and last morning at the RAF. I bought cupcakes, potato chips, Coca-Cola, Fanta and so much more for the last evening. Yet, I was feeling sad already, and the sadness took a hold of me for most of the evening. I needed some time alone on the balcony, listening to sad music, thinking about my experience, thinking about the great, awesome, amazing times and adventures I experienced here.

Then some of us met up in one of the rooms at the RAF, played some music, played some games, wrote goodbye messages to each other and told everyone how much we will miss them. Afterwards, we decided to go from room to room of the people we met during the program. Saying goodbye, while sad songs were playing on my mobile speaker. A lot of goodbyes were made that night, and a lot of tears were shed. Not much later we ended up in front of our housing building, sitting on the doorstep seeing people leave, saying goodbye, while, again, sad music was blasting through the speaker. One taxi, two taxis, three taxis… it was a sad view. People crying on the doorstep of the housing building, people crying while entering the taxis that would bring them to the airport. Yet, we said our goodbyes, and to me that was very important. It might be hard, but it shows how great of a time we had. Saying goodbye without knowing when, and if, you'll see each other again. It's harsh.

Once, most of the goodbyes were said I went back to my room, split a pizza with a bunch of amazing people and caught a little sleep. In the morning I had to hurry to finish cleaning the apartment and finish packing my bags before I had my meeting with my RA.

And then, all of a sudden, it was over. 14 weeks flew by so quickly. Have I been here for 14 weeks already? Seriously, it feels like only a month. Tears started rolling down my cheeks; this is really it. In a couple of hours I'll be on the bus to New York, and I'll be leaving my friends and my home, D.C., behind. It's a big change, one that I'll have a difficult time adjusting to. But I would do it all again in a heartbeat. Bye D.C., see you soon my friends. It's been a hell of a ride, a ride that I loved sharing with you. Thank you all for making me live this experience to the fullest.

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