Rough Times

Hi there,

It's been a while. Like a while, while. I didn't feel like writing during these last weeks.

Overall, this internship has been really difficult. I mean, the internship is amazing. I'm working on challenging projects, I'm learning a lot every day, the team is lovely, and it's a real pleasure to work with them. But this context... Every time things get a bit better, a new thing happens. I was looking forward to a road trip with a friend, and he decided to get back to his country because he couldn't start any business in the US in this context. I then was willing to get back to France for a few weeks in July to see my girlfriend, and it probably won't happen because of the dumb Trump's visa ban. I was supposed to have my father coming in the US... Same shit. I know that people are struggling and that I'm complaining about things that some people can't even imagine complaining about because they've real issues. But still, it weighs on me, every day. I've been working remotely 6000 km away from my family for nearly 4 months now. Honestly, the only thing that keeps me in the US right now is my pride and my willingness to succeed in my internship, nothing else.

An idyllic view of Prospect Park

I've been trying to keep it up, to see the glass half full. But everything has been hitting so hardly. I'm probably writing this tonight because I feel down, and tomorrow may be better. Either way, I know that I'll make it through the end of my internship, because I don't want to disappoint anyone, and that's the better thing about this journey in New York. But I hate how I feel. When I planned this, a few months ago now, it was supposed to be the experience of a lifetime. The funny thing is that I was right about it, but not for the good reasons.

Protests on Fulton Street

Still, I'm looking forward to coming back next year. Because, I love the good parts about this journey. As I said, my internship is amazing. I've got a lot of responsibilities, I'm learning technically as well as humanly, and the team is adorable. New York City has a lot to offer, and every time I've the chance to go outside it's a real pleasure. I've met so much wonderful people, especially in my co-living building, from every horizons, something that would never happen in France.

The National Museum of American History, near Central Park

It was probably the worst time, in the best place. I don't regret being here, I regret the situation. That's why it sometimes kills me to live here and at the same time I'm dying to come back to New York when the situation is "back to normal".

I'll see you later, hopefully in a better mood.

PS: I still got you some pictures, so it wasn't a full waste of time!