I am no stranger to blogging. I’ve actually had a fitness blog for about 4 years, That one tried to keep secret however, because I didn’t want people to know how truly obsessed I was with lifting and competing, not to mention my countess bikini progress pictures and 2am complaints about my addiction to reese’s and kinder eggs.. talk about embarrassing. I write almost every day, in a journal. For a long time, I’ve been contemplating whether or not to start a blog and write there (here) instead but I took a second and thought, wait, who would want to read that? Then, I took another second and thought, oh, duh everyone, I’m awesome. HAH, I guess I should say I’m kidding. However, I was recently informed of some big news that I had waiting and hoping and dreaming of for a very, very, very long time, and I guess that was the inspiration I needed to make some changes in my life, one of which included finally making this blog.
For the past 4 months I have been working towards trying to get a research internship in Germany. I sent out my resume and cover letter which I worked on for not hours or days, but weeks to bring it to perfection, I sent emails to secretary’s, doctors, and managers trying to find out if it was even possible for me to fly out to Germany and work in the Emergency Room over the summer in such a rigorous program. The process was taking so long that I began to think I wouldn’t get it, but I refused to give up, and I also refused to apply to internships and research here in America because I had my hopes and my expectations set so high for this specific opportunity. Not too long ago, I received an email that I was accepted and I am still in disbelief.
This was the facebook status I posted no more than 1.259 seconds after I was informed of my acceptance (fyi, it got more than 115 likes, just throwing that out there). When I got the email I couldn’t even focus on my studies the entire day. I remember calling my parents, getting confirmation that I wasn’t actually dreaming, and then going up and down every single floor of hillman library to find my friends and tell them all about it. Up until this moment I had only told a handful of people that I was even applying because I was so nervous about it. The fact that I would be going to Germany was big enough already, but having the opportunity to work in the town and the hospital that I was born in made this seem even more unreal.
I know this internship is an amazing opportunity for so many reasons. It’ll give me a chance to expand my knowledge of medicine, orthopaedics, surgery, my own culture, German, and so much more. I also know that this internship will take so much work and energy, because I’ll be alone and away from my family and friends in a completely different country, and I’ll be working in a fast paced and very hard to handle environment. But for now, I just want to enjoy the feeling of knowing that I earned an internship overseas due to the hard work I’ve put into work and school for the past 4 years.