In my division, we have many mottos. One of my favorites says:

Lift makes departures happen.

It means that if you got ambition and just the right skills, you essentially can go wherever you want or need.

Two weeks ago, my third and last internship in this amazing company began. If everything goes alright, I’ll earn myself a full-time offer by the end of the summer. Consequently, there are lots of things to be excited about: new projects to work on, new challenges to accept, new things to learn, new places to visit and, most importantly, new people to meet.

That excitement began to build up as I stepped into the airport, ready (or maybe just somewhat ready) to depart. During the past three years, I’ve boarded over forty different airplanes. For some reason, though, there’s always some unreasonable sensation of excitement every time I need to do it again.

Leaving with the sunrise always gives the impression of something new. I always travel alone, so it also has the implication of redefinition. Every time I board an airplane, I do it convinced that by the next time I do so, I’ll be a totally different person, even though I never really know exactly how. Actually, two weeks have already gone by, and I’m still not sure about how I’m going to look like by the end of the summer. Things look promising, though; certainly some look better than others, but it’s all part of the fun.

Forty airplanes and counting. Now that I got some lift, I wonder where I’m going to arrive at. The next departing flight is on time and due to leave soon.