so today I went through what every intern in America does at some point in their miserbale experience of being an intern….getting lost in Washington, DC while picking up lunch for the office.
UGH
i made it to chipotle, got the food, probably made one wrong turn, and bam - i was lost. i even had my GPS phone out and still couldn’t figure it out. some nice street man helped me out in the end…but holy shit i thought i was going to be lost in a maze forever.
but then things got sunnier. its january 12th and its 54 degrees outside (not mad). i got out of the office, met up with a good friend of mine, got FROYO from a place called fro-zen-yo LOL, and sat outside to eat it on a bench in a park (yeah same bench from the other day).
what a beautiful thing sunsine, peace, and relaxation can do to you, especially if you’re a sweaty lost intern in the middle of DC.