Far away from the world I know

There wasn't time to think about the change that was taking place. And just like that, I walked away from Provo without the slightest recollection of doing so. Much to my surprise, the same kind of arrival greeted me this morning as I sat on the Metro headed into D.C. I had been in D.C. for less than nine hours and sleep was the last things my eyes were yearning for. Instead, my eyes were focused on the life of Jane Eyre. The words "Farragut West, exist on the left" had to stir me from my deep concentration. There was no time to think. No time to wonder what did I get myself into? Time didn't permit me to do so. I was quickly pushed out of the train and mixed into the hurried crowd of businessmen. I stood on 18th street gazing at the buildings that seemed to swallow me up, wondering which way to Connecticut Avenue? The gray haired man kindly pointed me in the right direction, and I was on my way. It was 9:21 as I stood in front of the doors which read, American Diabetes Association. I was nine minutes early for my first day of work. And just like that, I was given my own desk, my own responsibilities, and my own title as, "the intern". I still haven't fully grasped the concept that I'm no longer a student at BYU and living in Utah. But, I now reside in Virginia, my home for the next few months. Where did my life go? How did I get so far from home? And why are the right things always the hardest to do?