There is no other way to put it except to say that I spent the morning of my graduation from Indiana University in tears. And I don’t mean a few drips down my cheek. The thought of leaving my sometimes crazy, sometimes lazy lifestyle put me into quite a slump.

Due to lack of sunshine, I spent my first two weeks indoors in a constant state of confusion and uncertainty of what was happening in my life, but it’s safe to say that I have made quite an emotional comeback. I’ve left what my friends and I call “fake life” behind (at least for the majority of my time) and entered the “real world,” as it’s so often called.

It’s amazing how quickly my self-professed “depression” has completely disappeared. I’ve put on my “big-girl” pants (or skirts, I suppose) and took the next step in my life by joining the Dittoe PR team as an intern.  Since arriving Monday morning, I’ve already acquired information and skills I hadn’t already known or used. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised since Dittoe PR is one of the top PR firms in Indianapolis.

Over the last four years, I have completed my fair share of internships. While not all of them have been directly related to public relations, I’ve used each opportunity to learn something new. But, there’s one thing about the PR related internships that differs from the rest: I truly enjoy(ed) them.

I was one of the few college students who chose their major in high school and stuck with it. The beauty of majoring in journalism was that I could change my concentration without changing my major.

I started in newspaper, moved on to magazine, dipped my feet into design and finally landed in public relations. Why public relations? It involves thinking of innovative and creative ideas and implementing them into action for your clients. It’s more than writing, making something look pretty or editing a story.

So, here I am – four amazing years later – brainstorming, creating, communicating and taking action. And although it’s only been a few days, I love it.

And while the light at the end of the tunnel doesn’t involve an entire week of Little 500 events or perhaps the flexibility to take a “personal day” for no particular reason, I’m excited for what is yet to come. Fake life was great, but maybe real life isn’t so bad after all.