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Hello Nation! (ref: Stephen Colbert)

I am a workin' gal! 9-5 Monday through Friday. Working isn't terribly exciting, but I do get an office and computer at one of my internships. Not bad...

So I am here to talk to the Interns' Rite of Passage. I think it was Thursday, when I was taking the DC Metro to work, that I overheard the tribulations that it seems most summer interns have to overcome. A college-aged guy, dressed in a suit with a leather briefcase, was chatting among his clones about how last night his water cut off, which adds to the no cable, no internet, and potentially no electricity. And then I thought to myself, having spent three nights without internet and only a ten-inch television to keep me company, not so bad, Sarena; at least you can shower... Then, the clones chimed in with their own insufficient homes: no cable, no television, no internet, no a/c, etc. It seems that the city is filled with hopeful college-aged interns, adjusting to the new life of lonely summer living, away from home and dorms and in a less than ideal homes/apartments and making due without the water, electricity, phone, internet, or television for unknown number of nights.

I always thought that growing up had a degree of excitement and thrill to me, but the prospects that you may have to live without internet, television, water, or electricity, I would argue the Pull-Ups slogan, "I'm a big kid now" and say "no thanks."

Location: Washington D.C.

Reporting from Home Base

Greetings from San Francisco!

Pineapple bun says hi too, before its imminent demise.

Ahh! The feeling to be back home with a warm pineapple bun and Vitasoy Lemon Iced Tea Juicebox in hand. Can life get any better?

As an overachiever, yes it can. I have a thai massaman curry that needs to be satisfied... Oh, the tummy has spoken.

Anyway, I've been piggin' out for the last week at home. Since I avoided most deep-fried or similar foods in England, such as fish and chips, chips and gravy, gravy-filled pies, etc, the entire five months has been somewhat of a diet from culinary goodness. So in compensation, I've dedicated my San Francisco to revisiting the world, namely Asian cuisine, that my stomach has so fondly missed. I started off with a roast duck rice, stocked up on Lemon Iced Tea Juiceboxes, devoured steamed BBQ pork buns and egg custards, and dunked my vietnamese spring rolls in pho. Still on my list, korean chicken drumsticks (to die for!), thai massaman curry with rice, a strawberry tapioca, jamba juice, SUSHI!, and more... No worries, it will come to me.

Despite my tummy's worldly adventures, at this point, I don't have any. Yup, landlocked to America. It's an odd feeling that's sinking in. That when I was binge-watching America's Next Top Model, I felt nostalgic about Nigel Barker's accent, as if it was foreign and possibly thrilling to hear. Maybe I spent too much time at Target today and all this America is coming too fast...

Washington D.C. in a week... Maybe if I re-vision George Washington as Simón Bolívar, perhaps the thrill might come back...

Location: San Francisco, CA