All my past internships have been incredible and it was always the people that defined these experiences. Whether it be the camaraderie built with colleagues from going to battle together or exploring the city and staying up until midnight sharing stories. I thought that this was something I’d miss out on as I’d be working alone in my family home in the suburbs of Toronto.

But this was not the case at all.

Previously, I’ve mentioned that writing attracts the people you want to attract; it’s the most scalable form of networking. My writing was my way of sending out my bat signal” of my aspirations, ideas, and interests. And as I kept writing eventually some people found my work and reached out. Writing was worth it for this reason alone. A few of them are good friends to this day.

May 16, 2020 · Reflecting on a Semester at the Library

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