Arizona and the Sun Devils

They say when you make plans that God laughs.

I'm beginning to think they're right.

My first summer plan was the same thing I've had in mind for the last three years: achieve a professional internship with the Walt Disney Studios in Burbank, CA. Unfortunately, it's very difficult and quite competitive. Last year I managed to secure a phone interview, but I have yet to get any further that that since.

Then I had a plan B: Alaska. I've always wanted to go there, and I might as well spend a summer there so I don't have to endure the heat everywhere else. Makes since, doesn't it? I thought so.

So I went ahead with that plan. And it worked. Twice, actually. I procured at least three interviews, in which I was offered two jobs. I couldn't find housing for one, and turned that down after a week. And the other, I accepted. I thought it would work. It seemed like a good set up. 

But it didn't work out and I knew I wasn't meant for that, which broke my heart twice over. The plan had every opportunity to work out until I found that this summer had to be elsewhere.

My parents have friends. They talk to people and of course they mention their kids. They said they'd try to help out and I started applying to jobs in Utah. After all, all the way back in January I resolved that there was no way that I would spend a third summer in Cedar City- I was over and done with that many times over. It was fine on occasion but I have spent too much time there and I wasn't getting anywhere in my life, so I knew I needed to be moving on.

I was offered multiple jobs and positions and interviews around my parents home near Provo. In most places after all, I had more than enough experience for several places and such, but I would be willing to do whatever it took to have a job and continue earning the money I needed.

And then my parents talked to Rich. Rich talked to me. I talked to my parents, and we discussed the opportunity. And two days later, I bought a plane ticket for a job I needed to be at the following week. In Arizona.

I didn't know what would happen, and it's only been about 10 days so I don't really know what else will happen, to be honest. It's been a wild ride of staying in a few different homes, meeting people with names I cannot recall and researching anagrams that I don't fully understand in an industry I never thought I'd be a part of.

But, here I am. In Arizona. I've already gotten lost a few times, I've made up my new room, I've (hopefully) made a few friends, and there's a lot coming my way. I'm just hoping it will be all good in the end.

Sometimes, that's all you have. Hope.