I fidgeted all the way home. I could barely grasp my keys to my apartment, let alone breathe normally. It’s like that feeling you get when you’ve been making out on your couch for a couple hours and your arms start to get wobbly.

Except this wasn’t a couch, it was a hard, cold, germy orange subway seat, and it wasn’t at all the same except for the arm spasms.

I took a deep breath, the kind yoga instructors like to do, in and out, in and out. Like a ship, rolling on the waves. Okay, sea sickness kicking in. Breathe Zadie, this is awesome.

It is awesome. Out of all the hundreds of people to apply for this job, only ten were chosen. I was one of them. How did I, the impossibly introverted Zadie Ocean land a major magazine internship?

Karma, perhaps?

I reached for my cell phone as I got off the train, I had to call someone, I had to celebrate.