By Maia Bittner, 2011
My move to Copenhagen, despite many logistical difficulties, keeps creeping closer, and I can't deny that I'm nervous. I don't have a clear reason for going, and I feel like I'm giving up so much here. I keep trying to remind myself that I've done this before: I moved by myself to San Francisco, a city I'd never been to and knew no one in when I was just 18. In many ways, Copenhagen should be easier -- I don't need to find jobs or housing like I did in SF.
But truth be told, I haven't done this before. When I moved to San Francisco, I didn't have a life I treasured near as much as I do now. And so all the wonderful things in my life have become bittersweet, as I can't forget how soon they'll be gone.
For these awkward 5ish weeks between the end of Olin's Fall semester and the beginning of my study abroad semester, I've been working full-time at HubSpot, the super awesome internet marketing company I started interning with this past Fall. I'm redesigning (and implementing the changes to) a microsite they own, which is dangerously close to my dream job.
I've been crashing with Bennett ('09), Eric ('08), and Matt (Babson,
'09) in their awesome Cambridge apartment, which is a 15-minute walk to
work. This week, I went to yoga with Matt on Monday, a MITOC Winter
School lecture on ice climbing with Bennett on Tuesday, out to dinner
at Baraka Cafe with Eric on Wednesday, rock climbing with Bennett &
Dan ('09) on Thursday, and then made mac and cheese
with Matt last night. The boys are all playing in the White Mountains
today (backcountry skiing I think), so I have the apartment to myself.
I'll join them for a hike tomorrow though.
And here I am,
preparing to leave these people I adore, a job I can't wait to go to
every morning, and activities that make me feel great. I don't even
know what for, but I'm now coming to see that maybe that's part of the
appeal. So I don't know what I'm going to get out of living abroad. I
think that's ok. I think it will be worth it. And I think it's an
opportunity I'd sorely regret not taking advantage of.