Bittersweet Internship

Well, my internship with the Department of Transportation ended. Honestly at first I was very nervous. Not only was I starting something new in my life, but this was the first time I was leaving my son for more than a couple of hours. Yes being the mother that I am, I cried because I missed my son. I never knew how hard it could be to leave him. As the days passed it was easy on both of us. He grew more excited to go to my grandmothers, and I started to enjoy the little bit of time doing something besides being a mother.

The internship was interesting to say the least. I had never experienced the process of an internship. It is like a job, but a lot more lenient. The hours were typical employment hours, but if I needed off for doctors appointments or because my grandmother had things with church already planned, I could take off without asking in advance or having to take leave. I was able to learn many things that I didn’t know about the DOT. I always thought that they just took care of the road, but I never knew they conducted relocation when individuals would be displaced due to a road affecting their home. I also didn’t know that there was a division for excess land that is for land that has been acquired that isn’t needed after about five years. The joy of internships is the learning process. Things are always different when you get to look behind the scenes.

When the end of the internship was coming near, I was getting excited and sad. Excited, because I couldn’t wait to be home with my son more and I was pregnant so the long days were starting to get to me. Sad, because everyone I had met would eventually just be a memory, and that something I was excited and nervous to start has flew by like the hours in the day.

I am grateful for the experience I received. I believe everything works out how God has planned for us, whether it is good or bad, the experiences in our lives are in His plans.

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