Thank You

I shut my eyes and open them again. 6 AM. Awake—squinting at the lightning that has struck our lives. Nothing will be the same again. I should be used to it by now, but how could anyone get used to this. On my phone I write: “if Thanksgiving is about giving thanks, then thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”

To the sun rising. To our lives capsizing. To all the change that’s still coming. Thank you. To everyone back home. To all of our new friends, who have been willing to believe in us; to invite us into their cities and their lives. Thank you. To this dream that’s gone real. To New York. To San Francisco. To all of this ever happening. Thank you.

Originally published on World’s Greatest Internship here.