I Guess It's Time To Fly

I always told myself that I should start a blog, but something always stopped me. Why? I don't know; insecurities about my writing, nothing to talk about, too lazy, etc. But this week something big happened and I decided it was time.

Two days ago I moved. I didn't just move into college or down the street from my parents. I really moved. Far away from home, on my own, with no clue what I am supposed to do. Well, that's not ENTIRELY true. I am a music therapy student, and on Monday (January 12th) I begin a full time, unpaid, internship at Children's Mercy Hospital in Kansas City. So, I guess I know what I am supposed to do here. But still, moving is daunting. Moving is terrifying, in a way. I am incredibly excited, but at the same time, I am so lost. Lost both literally and figuratively. (I am really bad with directions...)

Because the internship is unpaid, my first and most stressful predicament of this whole experience was somewhere to live. Where does some one who has no income or time for a substantial second job live for only 7 months?! My parents and I struggled with that issue for a while, until we happened upon the most kind and generous people I have ever met. A sweet family who lives not too far outside of the city opened their home to me and I could not be happier! Not only is this a much cheaper option (I didn't have to buy furniture!) but I also feel so supported and safe in such a new environment. While of course, there are always some adjustments (their dog doesnt seem to like me unless they are all around...), I think this arrangement is going to be so helpful to my time here.

I was always told by my professors and supervisors that internship is such a "special" time. Special. As in....? I have thought about it so much that the word doesn't have any meaning. Is it a word? Seriously...look at it again. It just looks weird now.

Back on topic - As I am just beginning my internship/I have not started yet, I am going to take a guess of what "special" means. I think the 6 months in which you are enrolled in an internship is special in a very conflicting way. On one hand, you have 6 whole months to dedicate to learning the ins and outs of Music Therapy with ZERO distractions (*cough* general education courses *cough*). On the other hand, you are essentially in professional limbo. There is no degree with your name on it, no paycheck being thrown your way every few weeks, and yet you are expected to work as much as the next full time professional. Also, your primary care physician expects you to still keep yourself healthy...so there's that.

I don't really know what these 6 months have in store for me. My guess on this special time could be spot on...it could be completely wrong. But I am so ready to find out.