I’ve been living in Big Sur a month now and it is amazing. I feel a little guilty when I put a photo on Instagram or something just because I feel like I’m showing off my happiness too much, almost. But it’s true, I am happy. The happiest. For the last couple of years I’ve been thinking that really what I love doing the most, in terms of science, is talking with people about it, and spreading knowledge and fascination. I would say that I wanted to be the petite American female version of David Attenborough (still true). As an interpreter (“interpretive intern”) my job is to be the natural world’s cheerleader — every day is for getting people pumped up about birds and insects and rocks and plant communities and ecosystems and the beautiful way that everything fits together. I teach kid’s programs, and guide hikes, or just rove trails. I learn new things every day and pass on this knowledge. It is incredible. I feel like I have a very special responsibility because this world is fragile, but maybe if I spread my love and enthusiasm for nature, I can help heal it. I have met some of the coolest ever kids doing this, who are genuinely curious and excited and engaged with the world around them, and it fills up my entire heart. To top it off, I get to do it in a gorgeous spot that some people spend their entire lives working to take a week-long vacation in. It is impossible to not be overwhelmed by this place, and it settles into your soul the more you learn its secrets (and I know I’ve barely scratched the surface). I’ve made good friends and am falling for a boy who has one dimple and whistles beautifully. In September I leave, but I am applying for more interpretive internships. I think I have found what I am meant to be doing.