I am not a believer in signs, but sometimes they drop in from Southwest Airlines.
There is a magazine located in San Francisco I've been an admirer of since I stumbled upon it in Eng 416: Review Writing. We had to pick a magazine as a faux host for each article we wrote, and time and time again I would end up picking this particular mag for its wit, entertainment, and relevancy.
Flash-forward to now. Three weeks ago I ended up in SF on a whim to visit an old friend and saw the city in a whole new light. Now longer did I see it as a cesspit of heroin needles and homeless people, but as a city with crisp air and young energy. I was listening to Jack Johnson with the windows down and was surprised as hell that I was handling the city driving just fine (one-ways usually freak me out).
A week ago I looked on the mag's site and found that they are eager for interns year-round.
This morning I got an email out of the blue from an aunt suggesting this magazine because her step-daughter interned there a few years ago.
And just a few minutes ago, completely unexpected, my boyfriend's dad dropped in from SF to say hi before he finished up his business trip.
I think I'm going to apply. =)
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