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Last-year-me would look at present-day-me and think that I’m crazy. Present-day-me looks at right-now-me thinking, “She’s definitely crazy.” What I’ve come to learn is that all people are a little crazy.

So last year, Tommy was practically my in-house bike fixer-upper. He would pump my tires, change my bike tubes, and help me fix things if I felt they were broken. I took advantage of this not knowing the physical work that went into owning a bike because Tommy did most of the work for me. But then he moved out and I was doing fine for a couple of months…until I blew my bike tube.

I felt like a stray dog in search for a home and guidance. I turned to people that knew about bikes but in the end, no one could help me, I needed to become self-sufficient. So last semester I learned how to change my own bike tube…and the only help I got was from my brother via Gchat video + multiple YouTube videos (Internet is wonderful). It only took me 2 hours (because I got frustrated) but hey, I DID IT.

That moment shook me because there were things that I realized:
1) Tommy isn’t here to [physically] help me anymore
2) YouTube is helpful, who knew?
3) I did it, I can do it, I can do anything

Since I’ve changed my own tube, I’ve cleaned and lubed my bike chain by myself, got a designated bike box [with all the makings of what one needs to take care of a bike], and I can pump my own tires! I know, I know, “huge” accomplishments, but really, these accomplishments lead me to seeing things differently. Seeing things differently about bikes, cyclists, and myself. It’s not always about the big wins, most of the time, it’s the small victories. You don’t know how awesome I felt when I replaced that tube and could ride again. It’s indescribable, it’s crazy.

As Kid President says, “We were made to be awesome.” I think being able to fix my bike makes me awesome and if I can do it, anyone can do it. What makes you feel awesome?

 

Let me explain.

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So there’s that.

SxSW is finally over, but it ended early for this girl (sort of). While my brother and everyone else in Austin were all hitting up the open bars, free grub and celebrity sightings, I was at home Thursday icing my eye. It’s a good chance many of you are recovering from Sx, I still am, but I thought I might take some time to reflect so that when I go back and look, I can remember because even at this point, I’m struggling (all the days just smush together after a point).
Here is my open letter to the festival:

Dear SxSW2013,

You’ve actually been really good to me. I got to go to industry parties, enjoy open bars, eat free food and have access to unlimited Doritos. But what I love about you best is that I got to see almost 30 shows in the span of a week, a  record of 11 shows in 1 day. I love the fact that I can smoke people on my bike to get to a venue and I never had to wait in a line for a venue for more than 10 minutes.** Thank you for holding this festival in the best city possible, Austin, TX, and finally, I will be able to enjoy food at regular prices.
It’s been nice sleeping and taking days off though. The battery in my iPhone is still at 90% at the end of the day instead of noon. It feels like a month has passed, it feels like summer, and that makes my mind reluctant to go back to ‘school mode’. Funny, despite this black eye and my post-traumatic-anxiety I felt, I left the house on Saturday to 1) get the last of free drinks 2) get so so very close to seeing Justin Timberlake perform [I have Jaime to thank for that]. ‘Memorable’ would be the appropriate word to use this SX. I’ll be counting down the days until next year.

Sincerely Yours,
Thu

p.s. Is there some way you could work out a better line situation? I’ve never seen lines like that, ever.
p.p.s. I love you
p.p.p.s. Thank you for letting me cross “Getting photographed for street style” off my bucket list. That was cool.

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**Fact: Get a bike, don’t be a delinquent, it’s really the best way to get around during South by.

Once upon a time, there was a girl who didn’t know what to do with her life. She searched, read (a lot), and took classes so that maybe something would spark. Society led her under the notion that when you know, you know. Kind of like marriage… or something. Way back when, she thought she was going to own a candy shop and be a pharmacist. At the time, it seemed to fit together. Then, it was somewhere in the medical field, there was just no other way.

Then she entered college. And then she took Chemistry II and all of a sudden, medicine went out the window. Fortunately, she fell in love with something else entirely: communications. Yada yada yada, she’s still on the search but she thinks she’s on the right path.

Psst. That girl is me. Why am I telling you this story? I don’t know, I wanted to, and I can. It’s all true though, I thought I wanted to do one thing and when I got to college, doors seem to simultaneously open and close for me. While I could stil see myself in medicine and I still find it fascinating, I feel like my talents lie somewhere else.

I think when I started this post though, I meant to say that going along the communications, more specifically, advertising route is not easy. I’m in the #1 advertising program in the U.S. with hella talented peers, not to mention my cousin who has taken this route already and is killing it in NYC. Self-conscious is an understatement to how I feel. I applied to a lot internships this last semester, I would get a handful of interviews, and then get rejected…to all of them. Except one (hence the title).

And that’s all you need. It’s that one that gets you through the door and color me cliché but maybe I was rejected from all of the other ones so that I could find a great one.

Hi, my name is Thu and I’m interning for Austin Restaurant Week. I’ve started work already and I can’t wait to share it with you guys. Y’all know I love food, I love Austin, I can’t explain how perfect this internship is for me. I’ll be a contributor on the ARW blog so look out for those posts too. I’ll take suggestions, recommendations, the ARW blog is a community. Share the love**.

**Love = food

Also, did I mention I get bike to work? The ultimate dream. It feels like a marathon biking back [uphill] but it’s worth it [for the most part].

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