Kavin Siaw, 2025 USGS Research Intern

Biography

SPS Chapter: Brigham Young University - Idaho
My name is Kavin Siaw, and I am currently a senior at Brigham Young University - Idaho (BYU-I), pursuing a Bachelor of Science in Physics with an emphasis in Astronomy. Additionally, I am obtaining minors in Mathematics and Computer Programming, complementing my undergraduate studies. During my academic journey at BYU-I, I have conducted research focused on variable stars and the supermassive black hole Mrk 501 in the optical wavelength. I particularly enjoyed processing and analyzing data related to these celestial phenomena, as this research has provided valuable insights and answered intriguing questions about the universe.Beyond research and coursework, I also participated in a student-led project to build a spectrometer under the guidance of a faculty mentor. Our team used basic lenses, optical design software (OSLO), and the thin lens equation to construct the device. Through this hands-on experience, I developed a deeper understanding of photon behavior as it interacts with different media, as well as the practical limitations of various optical components.In my leisure time, I enjoy being actively involved in the local Society of Physics Students (SPS) chapter, where I help plan activities for fellow physics students. As a Planetarium Operator, I present shows to the community, sharing my passion for astronomy engagingly and educationally. I also value spending time with friends and welcoming incoming students at BYU-I. Serving as both a tutor and the director at the Physics Drop-In Tutoring Lab has deepened my understanding of core physics principles while allowing me to support others in their learning. Outside of academics, I enjoy reading, listening to music, and participating in church activities.

Internship

Host: United States Geological Survey Research Intern

Internship Blog

Week 1: What’s Up, D.C.?

The flight across the continent—from west to east—was an exciting adventure in itself. When I first landed at Dulles International Airport in D.C., I told myself, “This journey is just beginning.” I knew for certain that whatever I would experience here would be completely different from the place I had called home for the past four years.
Now that I’ve settled into what will be my home for the next ten weeks, I’m ready to get wonderfully lost in this city! 😄 Everything feels new—and honestly, a little confusing! Also, life without my car is definitely an adjustment, but I’m eager to embrace the change. At first, I wasn’t even able to pick up my bedding from the mail services at George Washington University (GWU), so I had to survive my first night with a cold, undecorated bed—haha. Not exactly the warmest welcome, but definitely a memorable one!

At first, I was nervous to meet the other interns, my mentor, and my coworkers. I was completely alone in a new place, where no one knew anything about me. But in a way, that made everything feel possible—like a fresh start, the beginning of a new chapter in my life. Walking through crowded streets, navigating the metro with barely any signs, and getting used to the frequent rain have slowly become my new normal. The time difference threw me off at first, but with each day, I’ve begun to appreciate how vibrant and full of life this city truly is. One day, I even stumbled upon a building that looked straight out of Diagon Alley from Harry Potter—it felt like I had briefly crossed into the wizarding world!

Alongside adjusting to the city and finding my footing, my internship officially began! The long-awaited morning arrived when all the interns gathered for orientation—and I was genuinely excited to finally meet everyone. During the session, we had a chance to get to know each other better and even build a spaghetti tower together (let’s just say I’m definitely not an engineer, but I gave it my best shot, haha). Our tower leaned quite a bit, and we jokingly called it another Tower of Lisa—haha! 😆 Even so, we somehow landed second place!
During orientation, I was able to soak up a wealth of helpful information that will support both my daily life and my experience here. By the end of the day, I felt truly ready to begin my research adventure at USGS the very next morning.
The next day, I made my way to Reston, Virginia, for my very first day at USGS. It was a very wet day—it rained almost nonstop for 24 hours! I had to find creative ways to stay dry, and I definitely regretted not listening to that little voice telling me to bring an umbrella. The USGS building is massive—honestly, it felt like a maze! I lost count of how many times I got turned around, and to top it off, the worst part of my first day was that I couldn’t even find the restroom! Haha… 😅
Nevertheless, I’ve really enjoyed getting to know my mentor, Dr. Hackley, along with my coworkers, Javin and Jennifer. They’ve been absolutely amazing—kind, patient, and supportive from the very start. Thanks to them, I’ve started to feel like this place is another home. I honestly wouldn’t have felt as confident in my position without their help. They’ve guided me through the lab setup, taught me how to use the microscope, introduced me to the types of rocks I’ll be studying… and handed me a wrench? Wait—what? A WRENCH??

Between the Reston Town Center Metro Station and the USGS building, there’s a beautiful wooded path that winds quietly through the trees, connecting the busy road to the campus. It feels like a hidden gem tucked between the buzz of city life and the seriousness of scientific work. During my breaks—especially after spending hours focused in the lab or at my desk—I love stepping outside and walking along this peaceful trail. The fresh air, the rustling leaves, and the soft crunch of gravel beneath my shoes help ease the tension and clear my mind. It’s the perfect little reset that recharges me and restores my enthusiasm for the research I’m doing.
These walks have become one of my favorite parts of the day. They remind me to slow down, reflect, and appreciate not just the science, but the environment I’m working in. I’ve truly been enjoying my research so far—there’s something really fulfilling about getting to apply what I’ve learned while constantly discovering more along the way.
On a wonderful Friday night, we had the opportunity to attend the Trimble Lecture hosted by the American Institute of Physics (AIP), featuring Dr. Peter Galison, a renowned professor from Harvard University. His talk, titled “History, Philosophy, and Culture of Black Holes in the Midst,” was absolutely fascinating. Dr. Galison shared the incredible journey he and his students took in helping to produce the very first image of the supermassive black hole M87, captured in radio wavelengths back in 2017. Hearing this story firsthand—from someone directly involved—made me feel like a close second-hand witness to one of the most groundbreaking moments in modern astrophysics.
He went on to explain the concept of the photon ring, a glowing halo of light caused by photons orbiting near the black hole’s event horizon before reaching us. The way he described the physics and the philosophical implications behind imaging the “invisible” truly captivated the audience. I even had the chance to ask him a question about the photon ring itself—specifically, how scientists can determine which photons had actually orbited the black hole before traveling to Earth. His answer sparked even more curiosity in me. The entire experience was not only intellectually engaging but also deeply inspiring. It reminded me why I’m passionate about astronomy and research in the first place.

After that, we had a “happy hour” with all of the interns, heading out for dinner—and potentially some karaoke afterward! I may have accidentally ordered way too many tater tots (no regrets though—they were delicious 😄). It was such a fun evening, and I was truly amazed by the different talents my fellow interns brought to the table. Whether it was singing, storytelling, or just being hilariously entertaining, they’re all incredible people.
Despite coming from so many different places and backgrounds, we found a surprising number of things in common. Hanging out together like that really brought us closer—we shared laughs, stories, and a genuine sense of connection. I left that night feeling grateful to be part of such a diverse and talented group.

Despite all the different things that have happened this week, one of my favorite things to do is simply take a moment to reflect—and appreciate what a blessing this internship truly is. It honestly feels like a miracle to be here. From the moment I first got to know the Society of Physics Students (SPS) Internship Committee and Dr. Hackley, I felt something special. I’m so grateful for the promptings I received from God, and for the faith and confidence I’ve placed in Him—and in myself. Without that guidance, and without the support of the SPS committee, my mentor, and the incredible interns around me, I probably would’ve been back in Idaho by now!
Adjusting at first was tough—nothing felt familiar, and not having bedding on my first two nights definitely didn’t help me feel at home. Everything felt off, and for a moment, I doubted whether I could really do this. But as the week went on, those worries were replaced by small but powerful affirmations: supportive conversations, new friendships, peaceful walks, and a growing sense of belonging. Every positive experience, every little success, and every comforting moment reminded me that I am meant to be here. I’m truly thankful for the incredible people, the inspiring environment, and the strength that comes from listening to promptings and trusting in God’s plan. This first week has shown me that while the beginning might feel uncertain, I’m already growing—and ready to contribute meaningfully to the work ahead.

Week 2: Aurora? Cruise? Museums?

The week flew by quickly, especially because I’ve genuinely been enjoying the research I’m involved in! It’s been a fulfilling and meaningful experience. This week, I reached several milestones in the project I’ve been assigned, and as my understanding deepens, I’ve started working more independently—bringing in new ideas and perspectives along the way. I’m really starting to love what I’m doing, and I can feel myself growing by stepping out of my comfort zone. It’s exciting to see how much I’m learning and contributing already!

While working alongside Dr. Hackley and Javin in the Organic Petrology Laboratory, I’ve been expanding my understanding of how organic matter within rocks can reveal a wide range of valuable information. This week, I’ve focused on learning to identify different types of organic material under the microscope, and through careful observation, I’ve begun drawing meaningful insights from what I see. It’s been a fascinating process—each slide feels like a puzzle that helps piece together the story of the rock’s formation and composition.
In addition to my research progressing at a steady and fulfilling pace, a few interesting things happened this week outside the lab as well. According to recent news, a series of solar winds from the Sun reached Earth, triggering auroras of varying intensity across the northern hemisphere. Based on the aurora forecast, I realized there was a small chance I might be able to witness this incredible astronomical event right here in Washington, D.C.
Excited by the possibility, I made a plan and headed out with James to a local park for some late-night skywatching. The trip there went smoothly, but unfortunately, due to the heavy light pollution, we couldn’t see anything—no auroras, no stars, not even a hint of green in the sky.
Still, the adventure didn’t end there. I may have freaked James out a little when I led him down a dark, unlit trail in the middle of the park. There were literally no lights anywhere—we had to rely entirely on the flashlights from our phones to find our way. 😂 Despite not spotting the aurora, the experience turned into a memorable (and slightly spooky) adventure of its own!

On our way back to the dorm, James asked if I had already planned our return trip. I casually told him, “We’ll figure it out soon.” He was clearly surprised—and maybe a little concerned—that I hadn’t actually planned how we’d get back, especially since it was already around 11 p.m. and public transportation options were starting to disappear. I reassured him that Uber drivers were still out and about, and I was confident we’d find our way home.
Thankfully, we did! We made it back safely and wrapped up our spontaneous late-night adventure with one final surprise: witnessing a car accident on the way back. 😅 Not exactly how we expected to end the night, but it definitely made the evening even more memorable.
As the week progressed, I had the special opportunity to attend a dinner with the SPS board members and executives—held aboard a cruise ship! The event was truly remarkable, not only for the scenic setting but also for the meaningful conversations and connections we were able to make. Over dinner, I had the chance to learn more about the board members’ journeys, their involvement with SPS, and their diverse career paths in physics and beyond.
One moment that stood out was when we, the interns, asked a light-hearted but surprisingly revealing question: “Do you prefer Washington or New York?” Since some of the board members had lived or worked in New York before, their responses were especially interesting. The majority said they preferred New York—even though they admitted it’s far more overwhelming. They shared reflections on the energy, intensity, and pace of the city compared to the more structured and calm environment in D.C.
That casual exchange gave me a deeper appreciation not just for their professional insight, but also for their personal perspectives—how their environments shaped their work, and how they found balance between excitement and sustainability in their careers. It reminded me that even in the physics world, place and lifestyle matter just as much as equations and data.

During the cruise, we also had the chance to participate in some dancing (though I’ll admit—I’m definitely not a great dancer, haha!). Still, it was a lot of fun and a great way to bond and build connections with everyone. To end the evening on a calm and thoughtful note, a few of us decided to sit down at the bar and unwind together.
As we chatted, I found myself truly enjoying the chance to get to know some of the board members better. They shared stories about their journeys through physics and their current careers, and I felt inspired by their openness and insight. I took the opportunity to ask for advice on writing essays for both graduate school and job applications. One key suggestion they gave me was to work on my “elevator speech”—a quick but powerful way to market myself. They encouraged me to identify and highlight the unique strengths and perspectives that I, as a physicist, can bring to the table for recruiters.
Hearing this reminded me that I’m not alone in navigating the challenge of defining what a physicist can do in today’s world. More importantly, it helped me realize how many critical and valuable attributes we, as physicists, actually possess—skills like problem-solving, analytical thinking, creativity, and perseverance. These conversations left me feeling more confident and excited about how I can grow, contribute, and shape my future moving forward.

Besides the cruise, I’ve continued to enjoy my peaceful walks in the woods around the USGS campus in Reston. Although the wooded area isn’t large, it offers just the right amount of quiet and greenery to feel like a true escape from the busyness of the day. The path winds gently beneath the trees, with birdsong in the background and the occasional breeze rustling through the leaves—simple things that bring a sense of calm I didn’t know I needed until I experienced them.
These walks have quickly become one of my favorite routines. They offer me a moment to pause, breathe, and reset—not just physically, but mentally. After spending long hours immersed in research, staring at microscope slides or thinking through data, stepping outside into nature helps me clear my mind and refocus my thoughts. It’s in those quiet moments that some of my best ideas come together—whether it’s a new approach to analyzing a sample or a personal insight about the direction I want to take in life.
This small wooded trail has become more than just a break spot; it’s a personal sanctuary. It reminds me that in the midst of work, productivity, and goals, it’s okay—and necessary—to slow down and simply be present. The stillness helps me reconnect with both my research and myself, making it one of the most meaningful parts of my week.

The week ended on a high note with an exploration of the incredible museums around the Washington, D.C. area. We had the chance to visit several U.S. history museums, and I genuinely enjoyed learning more about the nation’s past—even if, by the end of the day, I couldn’t feel my legs anymore from all the walking, haha!
As we moved through the exhibits, I found myself captivated by the richness of detail and the wide array of cultural histories on display—many of which I hadn’t known before. It gave me a deeper appreciation for the importance of the humanities and reminded me that progress in society isn’t just built on science and technology, but on unity, shared stories, and mutual respect among diverse cultures.
Seeing how different traditions, struggles, and contributions have come together to shape this country was humbling. I realized that when we embrace diversity and step outside our own boxes, we open the door to greater creativity, empathy, and inspiration. I’ve learned to look for the strengths in others, and I’ve been moved by the resilience and beauty found in each culture’s journey.
Most of all, I’m grateful to have witnessed the hand of God in all of this—the way He blesses us with opportunities to grow, connect, and find joy in our shared humanity. This experience not only taught me more about history—it also helped me see more clearly the divine love and purpose that we are each meant to discover in this life.

Week 3: Fire Alarm? Karaoke? Orchestra?

It is hard to believe that I am already in my third week here in D.C., working with USGS! Time is flying by, and it has been another great week filled with progress and new discoveries. I have reached several important milestones in my internship, and each one has brought a sense of fulfillment and motivation to keep going.
Working with the microscope and preparing samples for analysis has been a true adventure. As I dive deeper into the research process, I have been noticing new patterns, features, and even small behaviors in how I collect and interpret data. It is fascinating how much I am learning—not just from the materials themselves, but from refining my own approach along the way. I am genuinely excited to continue expanding this research and exploring the questions that have started to emerge from my findings.

Throughout the week, I made the decision to start going to the gym and get back into working out. I honestly couldn’t believe how out of shape I felt—just walking around the city was enough to leave me tired! 😅 Restarting a fitness routine hasn’t been easy, but I know it’s a step in the right direction. It’s tough at first, but I’m slowly building momentum—and at least now I can say I’m getting somewhere, haha. Small progress is still progress!
Besides going to the gym, walking down the riverside near the Lincoln Memorial—crossing the bridge—was a refreshing and memorable adventure. I enjoyed feeling the breeze and observing the casual rhythm of people passing by—walking, jogging, and cycling. It all added to the vibrant energy of the city. Each person seemed to carry their own story, their own life, hopes, and ambitions for the future.
Moments like these remind me of how alive Washington, D.C. truly is. With every step I take through its streets and paths, I find myself becoming more curious—wanting to learn about the city’s background, its culture, and the people who shape it day by day. There’s something inspiring about being surrounded by so much movement and purpose.

This week, we celebrated the birthday of one of our fellow interns! We sang a birthday song for her and made sure her special day felt meaningful. That evening, we all decided to wind down with a fun karaoke and movie night in one of the dorms. I honestly can’t believe how patient everyone was with my singing—let’s just say I’m definitely not winning any vocal awards, haha—but we had a blast!
What made the night even more special was seeing just how talented and spirited my fellow interns are. Whether it was singing, sharing movie trivia, or just having genuine conversations, they continue to impress me with their knowledge, creativity, and kindness. I truly feel lucky to be surrounded by such amazing people—it’s been a real pleasure getting to know each of them! 😊
We also watched the movie Mamma Mia, and I absolutely loved the vibe and the music—it was so full of life and energy! Even though I still haven’t figured out who Sophie’s true father is (haha), what really stood out to me was the genuine growth and understanding that developed between the characters—between family, friends, and relationships. It reminded me that love isn’t always about having all the answers, but about being present, supportive, and open to connections.
Watching the film made me reflect on how important it is to appreciate the people around me—those who care about me and love me for who I am. I’m truly grateful to have met so many wonderful friends during this internship who continue to support and uplift me. As I continue on my life journey, moments like these remind me that I’m not alone—and that’s a gift I’ll always treasure.

On Thursday night, just as I got back to Foggy Bottom from Reston, I found out that the fire alarm had gone off—and everyone in Shenkman Hall had been evacuated! That meant I couldn’t get back into my dorm… and I was starving. 😅
Since there wasn’t much I could do, I decided to make the most of it and hang out with a few of the other interns at the park near the Washington Monument. We tossed a ball around, had some fun conversations, and just enjoyed each other’s company as the sun set. It actually turned into a really nice, spontaneous evening. The only downside? The flies! They were everywhere—definitely a reminder that D.C. summers are no joke when it comes to humidity, haha.

We finally made our way back around 9 p.m., and even though it was a long walk, it felt much easier with good company. Once I was able to get back into the dorm, I quickly made myself a much-needed dinner—and then completely passed out right after eating. 😴 It was a chaotic night that turned into a memorable one, and honestly, I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
On Saturday, I was absolutely thrilled to receive an invitation to attend a live orchestra concert—shoutout to Naomi and Jack for organizing everything and generously providing the tickets! Although I don’t consider myself an expert in music, being present at a live performance was truly incredible. There’s something so special about sitting in the concert hall, immersed in the sounds, feeling the vibrations of the instruments, and witnessing the passion of the musicians. I was especially struck by the stories and emotions behind each piece, as well as the intentions of the composer. It opened my eyes to how powerful music can be in expressing the depths of human experience.

The theme of the evening’s performance was Resurrection. At first, I instinctively connected it to the resurrection of Christ. But after taking time to read through the program and reflect more deeply, I realized the piece was also about something even more intimate and universal—our resurrection. It explores the final moments of life, the grief of a funeral, and the hope of rising again to stand before our Heavenly Father. The way the music unfolded—through quiet moments, sudden crescendos, and the blending of different instruments—beautifully captured the emotional complexity of that journey: sorrow, fear, longing, peace, and finally, joy.
This concert was the first time I truly felt the full emotional weight and spiritual power of music. It reminded me that people express their emotions and stories in many different ways—through words, actions, writing, or in this case, music. Each form of expression holds a unique beauty, and on that night, I witnessed how music can connect us to something greater than ourselves. It was a humbling, soul-stirring experience I’ll never forget.

To wrap up this week’s journey, I want to express my deep gratitude for the opportunity to learn, grow, and experience life here in Washington, D.C. This experience has gone far beyond what I anticipated when I first accepted the offer to come here. It has challenged me, stretched me, and blessed me in ways I never expected.
Above all, I’m grateful for the gentle promptings of the Spirit and the unwavering love of my Heavenly Father, who continues to watch over me and guide me along the right path. Even when I make mistakes—whether in my research or in life—I know He is always there. He is my constant shelter in the storms of uncertainty and doubt. (And yes—D.C. had a real thunderstorm the other night! ⛈️) That moment reminded me, quite literally, that no matter how loud or chaotic life becomes, God is still near.
What gives me the most peace is knowing that He doesn’t require perfection—only a willing heart. Regardless of who I am or where I fall short, He rejoices with me when I choose to follow His will. That love and grace continue to be the foundation of everything I do, and I carry it with me as I step into each new week with hope and humility.

Week 4: Tour? Thunderstorm? AIP?

It’s hard to believe another week has already passed since my last blog entry. Things have definitely gotten busier than I expected—especially with the Juneteenth holiday and a group tour taking place during the week. While I appreciated the chance to rest and explore, staying productive with my research proved to be a bit of a challenge due to the shorter work time.
That said, I’ve still made some meaningful progress. One of the highlights this week was diving deep into a new part of my project—developing a Python program to help streamline the analysis process. I ended up spending nearly 15 hours building and refining the code, but it was worth it. Not only will it be a helpful tool for my current research, but it can also be reused in future projects to save time and improve efficiency. It’s been a rewarding (and at times, exhausting, haha) coding journey—but a fulfilling one nonetheless.

Throughout the week, it’s been unusually wet in both Washington, D.C. and Reston, Virginia. I’ve honestly lost count of how many times I had to pull out my umbrella, only to put it right back in my bag when the rain stopped—and then pull it out again five minutes later. The weather’s been all over the place!
Unfortunately, my shoes didn’t survive the constant downpours, and my feet were pretty much soaked every time I arrived at work. Still, I consider it a small miracle that I didn’t end up with smelly feet by the end of the day—haha, small blessings! Despite the soggy inconvenience, it definitely added some unexpected character to my daily routine.
On Wednesday, we were blessed with an organized trip to the National Institute of Standards and Technology (NIST) in Maryland. (Fun fact: this was actually only my second time visiting Maryland—I don’t usually go there, haha.) The visit offered a meaningful opportunity to better understand what NIST is all about, and it gave us the chance to engage in conversations with faculty and professionals during a career panel Q&A session. I walked away from that experience with not only new insights into the world of research and standards, but also some valuable life advice—especially when it comes to making thoughtful and intentional career decisions.
Hearing the panelists share their stories about how they transitioned from their early dreams to their current careers truly expanded my perspective. It was eye-opening to see how many paths a scientist’s journey can take, and how flexible and dynamic a scientific career can be. For a long time, I’ve had the dream of becoming an astronomer and focusing my research on Active Galactic Nuclei (AGN)—a passion that still holds a big place in my heart. However, I’ve also started to question where that path might lead in the long term, and whether there might be other ways I can grow professionally beyond that specific niche.

The visit to NIST helped me realize that exploring new directions doesn’t mean giving up on my passion—it just means being open to growth and the possibility of detours. My interest in astronomy is still strong, but now I feel more confident that it’s okay to remain curious, to adapt, and to explore different options along the way.
During the tour, we also had the opportunity to visit the nuclear accelerator laboratory—and I was absolutely amazed by how massive the facility was compared to the lab I work in at USGS. The sheer scale of the space, the complex systems, and the high-tech equipment made quite an impression. Honestly, seeing it made me feel a bit more at peace with my “tiny” lab back at USGS. At least there, I don’t have to worry about managing high voltages, intricate safety protocols, or operating machinery with a million buttons and functions tied to complicated code!
At one point, I asked the team a rather silly question: “What’s the number one no-go rule for users operating the equipment in this lab?” Technically, they said they didn’t have any specific no-go rules—though I’m pretty sure there must be some (haha), just not something they could recall right off the top of their heads.
Despite the size of the lab and its intimidating setup, I’m proud to say I didn’t get lost! Still, I’m pretty sure I would get lost if I ever had to navigate that place alone on my first day. (To be fair, I already got lost in the USGS lab on my first day… so that’s saying something!) It was a fun and eye-opening experience that gave me even more appreciation for the variety of work environments in science.

During the tour, we also had the opportunity to visit the Newton Tree—yes, that tree! The one connected to the famous story of Isaac Newton and the falling apple that inspired his thoughts on gravity. I’ve always found the story fascinating, but I recently heard that Newton didn’t actually sit under the tree when the apple fell. Apparently, he was watching it from a window instead. Is that true? At this point, I’m honestly not sure if I want to dive into a full research rabbit hole just to find out… haha. 😄 Either way, it was still amazing to stand near a descendant of the tree that sparked one of the most important discoveries in physics history.

In the end, I decided to go into work on Thursday—even though it was the Juneteenth holiday—because I was seriously behind on my research progress (shh… don’t tell my mentor! 😅). While I was in the lab, surrounded by noisy machines, I actually heard thunder rumbling inside the building. That’s when I realized just how intense the storm outside had become.
At one point, I even got an emergency alert on my phone telling me to seek shelter—it was that wild. Thankfully, the thunderstorm didn’t last too long. I was honestly relieved, because the last thing I wanted was to figure out how to get home in the middle of a lightning show! Still, it made for a pretty memorable workday—and probably one of the loudest research sessions I’ve ever had.
We had a professional training session in the morning with the Talent and Culture Officer at AIP in Washington, D.C. The session was insightful and gave us useful tools for professional development. After the meeting, I decided to stay at AIP to finish up some of my work—especially since I’m preparing to submit paperwork that will allow me to work remotely.
Admittedly, the workflow turned out to be longer than I expected, but I’m happy to say that I’ve caught up on about 90% of my tasks—haha, progress! One of the highlights was getting to work alongside other interns. Since I usually work alone in the lab at USGS, it was such a refreshing change to be surrounded by peers, bouncing ideas around and sharing quiet moments of productivity. It reminded me how much fun and motivating it can be to work in a collaborative environment. 😊

Lastly, I want to share just how grateful I am for the influence of the incredible interns I’ve met and for the opportunity to be part of this amazing program. Each of them has inspired me in different ways, and being surrounded by such thoughtful, passionate people has truly been a blessing.
I’m also deeply thankful for the promptings and quiet guidance I’ve received from my Heavenly Father throughout my research journey. There have been many moments when imposter syndrome crept in—trying to convince me that I didn’t belong, or that I wasn’t good enough. But over time, my confidence has started to grow. I’ve learned that when I genuinely humble myself and allow Him to shape my path, He helps me become more than I ever thought I could be.
As a scientist with a strong faith in the gospel, I’ve begun to see the world differently. I find meaning in the smallest details and strength in the challenges. I know that He is walking with me—not only as I work through my current research, but as I continue to figure out my life and future career. 😊

Bonus moment of the week: On Saturday evening, I went for a jog around the Washington Monument park, and to my surprise, I saw several fireflies dancing around the field. It was such a peaceful and magical sight—one of those quiet, simple joys that makes you pause and smile.
Of course, I couldn’t resist the idea—so I asked ChatGPT to generate an image of me jogging with the fireflies, haha. 😊 It’s moments like these that remind me how special this experience has been, both in and out of the lab.

Week 5: Heat? Storm? Haircut?

This week has felt a bit more personal and introspective, as I’ve been focusing less on exploring new places and more on staying committed to the goals I’ve set for my research. With the end of the internship slowly approaching, I’ve been determined to make steady progress and ensure everything gets completed on time.
As a result, I’ve spent most of my days alone in a dark room, hunched over the microscope with my samples. It’s a quiet and focused environment—but I’ll admit, I’ve caught myself dozing off more than once, haha. Still, even in those long, sleepy hours, I feel like I’m growing—not just in knowledge, but in discipline and persistence too.

However, I’m really looking forward to next week—especially with the upcoming Fourth of July! I’ll be traveling to western New York state with two of my friends who are also interning this summer, one in Pennsylvania and the other in New York. We’ve been planning this trip for a while, and I can’t believe it’s finally happening! We’ll be spending the weekend together exploring, relaxing, and making the most of the holiday break before I return to D.C. to continue my internship. I’m excited for the change of scenery and the chance to reconnect with them.
Nevertheless, I’ve been slowly getting used to the summer heat that’s finally settling into the area—even though it’s still wet and rainy in Reston, Virginia. One day this week, Washington, D.C. actually hit triple digits in temperature, which completely caught me off guard! I wasn’t expecting that kind of heat just yet.
It’s been an interesting experience bouncing back and forth between Reston and D.C.—from cool, damp mornings to hot, humid afternoons. The constant shift from wet chill to wet heat has definitely been something to adjust to. Still, I’m surviving (with the help of lots of water, shade, and maybe a few extra snacks here and there, haha).

Aside from work, I’ve been doing my best to keep up with my routine of going to the gym and jogging around the Washington Monument Park. I’ve noticed that I’m gradually gaining more strength and stamina—both in lifting and in my endurance while running. It’s also been a humbling reminder of how out of shape I was at the beginning, but I’m proud of the progress I’ve made so far.
One of my favorite parts of jogging in the park is witnessing the sunset almost every evening. There’s something so peaceful about how nature quietly echoes into my soul—it helps me slow down, reflect, and truly appreciate the beauty around me. It’s become a grounding part of my day.
One important lesson I’ve learned through jogging is not to rush. I’ve realized that focusing on my breathing—keeping a steady, consistent rhythm—is key to maintaining endurance. The same goes for life: persistence and patience matter more than speed. 😊

Over the weekend, I had the chance to walk around the city—though it was incredibly hot. I was sweating nonstop the moment I stepped out of my dorm! Despite the heat, it was a good outing. I treated myself to some Japanese cuisine, and it had been a while since I’d had a meal like that. The food was absolutely delicious and tasted very authentic. I was pleasantly surprised by the flavor, and the staff at the restaurant were incredibly kind and welcoming.

After lunch, I decided to go get a haircut… which, in hindsight, may not have been the best idea. Let’s just say the barber got a little too enthusiastic with the scissors, and now my hair is way shorter than I wanted. I was pretty upset at first, especially because I thought I had explained clearly what I wanted. But maybe I need to improve how I communicate my hairstyle preferences—this is actually the second time this has happened to me, haha. Still, once that big chunk of hair was gone, there was no going back! 😅 Hopefully, it’ll grow out soon—and I’ll definitely be more cautious next time.

Although this week’s blog might seem a bit quiet or uneventful, I want to emphasize that this, too, is part of life. Life isn’t always filled with highs, nor is it always consumed by lows—we all experience a mix of ups, downs, and ordinary moments. And that’s okay. What truly matters is how we choose to respond to those moments: to stay hopeful, to seek joy, and to find meaning in the small, everyday experiences.
One of my favorite hymns to sing at church is Count Your Blessings. It reminds me to appreciate everything that happens in my life, no matter how big or small. Whether an experience is the result of my own choices or something completely unexpected, there’s always something I can learn from it. That perspective has helped me grow through both mistakes and blessings.
Even when I feel unsure of myself or question my capabilities, I take comfort in knowing that my Heavenly Father knows me deeply. He sees the potential in me that I sometimes struggle to see in myself. I know He is guiding me—not only to accomplish my own dreams, but also to fulfill His will. I love the gospel, my education, and the career path I’m building. Each of these holds great value in my life and gives me purpose in my journey.

Week 6: What a week?!

This week has felt especially long, with a lot of tasks piling up that needed to be completed before the weekend. And yes—it’s the weekend of the Fourth of July! I’ve been feeling both nervous and excited about the upcoming trip, but before I can fully enjoy it, I’ve had to make sure all the goals I set for the week were on track.
Meeting with Dr. Hackley was particularly insightful. He helped me broaden my understanding of the project and gave me a clearer view of the bigger picture. That perspective is going to be especially helpful as I start preparing to write the abstract for the end of my internship. I can’t believe we’re already approaching the final stretch—it feels like the weeks have flown by! Now it’s time to kick things into high gear and finish up the remaining tasks… speed mode activated, haha.

Aside from my internship project, I had the special opportunity to visit the Washington D.C. Temple and perform ordinances on behalf of my grandpa. The temple is a sacred place where we make solemn promises and covenants with God, and in return, He blesses our lives with His love, peace, and mercy.
While I was participating in the ordinances, I truly felt a deep sense of joy and spiritual clarity. There was a quiet, powerful happiness that filled my heart—something that reminded me of God’s presence and His plan for each of us. It was a beautiful and meaningful experience, and I’m grateful I could take that time to serve, reflect, and feel closer to both my family and Heavenly Father.

Over the weekend, I made a long-awaited trip to Palmyra, New York with two of my friends—and I mean long! The drive was incredibly long, and by the end of it, I honestly couldn’t feel my back or feet anymore… haha! But despite the exhaustion, I was filled with excitement and gratitude. I had the opportunity to visit several meaningful places that I’ve been wanting to see for over a decade—and I finally made it!
Planning the trip, however, was far from smooth. We faced a number of challenges along the way, and at one point, I almost didn’t make it at all. The rental car I had reserved got cancelled the night before the trip, and to make matters worse, the budget was starting to exceed what I could reasonably afford. I was so close to giving up. But just as I was about to walk away from it all, I felt a spiritual prompting—an impression from the Spirit—to be patient and trust that things would work out. So, I made a call to the rental platform, and after nearly an hour on the phone (around 11 p.m., no less), things finally came together.
By then, I had planned to wake up at 6 a.m. to get some work done for my internship before driving four hours to my friend’s place in Pennsylvania… but I ended up falling asleep around 1 a.m. instead. 😅 Still, by some miracle, I stayed awake and alert the entire drive! Honestly, I truly felt blessed and supported every step of the way—even when the details didn’t go as planned. This trip was not just a physical journey, but a spiritual one too.

We then continued our journey and met up with another friend in Palmyra, New York, to visit several sacred sites of the Church. As a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, I’ve grown up learning about the events that took place in Palmyra through missionaries, Church leaders, scriptures, and written accounts. While I’ve always had a testimony of those events, they had mostly existed in my mind as words on paper—meaningful, but distant.
But everything changed when I stepped foot on those holy grounds and experienced the sites for myself. As I stood where those sacred events took place and learned about the details firsthand, something within me shifted. It felt as though my eyes were opened to truly see, and my ears were opened to truly hear. What I had once studied from books now played before me like a living testimony. I felt deeply moved, overcome by a peaceful warmth in my chest—an unmistakable confirmation from the Spirit. I am profoundly grateful for the opportunity to share that special experience with my friends.

To be honest, if I had attempted this trip on my own, I’m not sure I could have done it. Navigating unfamiliar places alone would have made me anxious, and I would have struggled to express or process the emotions I felt. But because two of my friends were also interning nearby and were willing to make the trip with me, I had the support and companionship I needed. Visiting the sites with them allowed me to openly share my thoughts and feelings. Together, we witnessed sacred moments, and together, we felt the joy and peace of the Spirit.

The entire experience was far beyond what any of us expected. It strengthened not only our individual testimonies but also our bond as friends and believers. We left knowing, without a doubt, that God loves us, and that He loves all of His children—personally, endlessly, and unconditionally.

The journey back was no small feat—an exhausting eight-hour drive from Palmyra to my friend’s place in Pennsylvania, and then all the way back to Washington, D.C. It was long. At one point, my toe started complaining about the ridiculous pressure it had been under for hours. I had to find creative ways to adjust my foot while keeping constant pressure on the gas pedal—because, of course, the car owner had locked the cruise control, which meant no relief for my leg the entire time. 😅
Driving into the D.C. area added another layer of stress. The roads were narrow, the traffic was heavy, and everything just felt tighter and faster than I’d like. Thankfully, my experience driving in Utah’s busy traffic helped me stay calm and collected behind the wheel. I was determined to keep a clean record for the drive—with zero honks. I almost made it… until one moment when a car suddenly came flying out of nowhere at a ridiculous speed. One honk. Just one. So close, haha.
Still, I’m incredibly grateful that I made it back safely. Returning to my dorm felt like a huge relief—especially knowing that the final stress of the rental car is behind me now. All that’s left is to recharge and prepare myself for the upcoming week. Ready or not, here it comes! 😄

📖 Religion Testimony Alert!
Before continuing, I just want to share a quick note: the following section includes my personal thoughts, feelings, and testimony about my faith, the Church, and the gospel. If you’re not religious or if this isn’t something you’re comfortable reading, feel free to skip this part—I completely understand and respect that. 😊

It was about a decade ago when I first met the missionaries and began learning about The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Before discovering the gospel, I was a teenager struggling with extremely low self-esteem—so much so that I couldn’t even order a meal at McDonald’s by myself. Yes, I was that dependent on others. I didn’t like myself and often found myself caught in cycles of self-criticism and doubt. At one point, I even questioned whether God existed, and if He did, whether He would ever answer my questions.
Not long after I silently asked that question in my heart, I met the missionaries. They taught me about the gospel and invited me to read James 1:5, encouraging me to pray to know whether God was real and whether the message they shared was true.
So I did. And when I prayed, I felt something I had never experienced before—a warm, peaceful feeling that lingered in my heart for days… and eventually grew into years. That feeling changed everything for me.
Because of that spiritual confirmation, I began to change. Slowly, I became more outgoing. I started enjoying going outside, being active, and connecting with others. I learned how to interact socially—even though I still have my awkward moments, haha—and most importantly, I felt genuinely happier. I also discovered that I didn’t have to face life’s challenges alone. I could turn to my Father in Heaven for strength, peace, and help.
Visiting Palmyra was deeply moving. As I walked those sacred grounds, I saw more clearly how involved Heavenly Father is in every detail of our lives. From the near-cancellation of our trip, to car warnings and even moments when we narrowly avoided accidents, I could feel His protection and guidance. I know it was through His grace and promptings that we made it there and back safely.
I understand that not everyone may agree with what I believe, and I respect that. But I still want to share my testimony from the depths of my heart:
I know that The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is the restored church of the living Christ. I know that Jesus Christ is my Savior and Redeemer, my Advocate with the Father. Through Him—and only through Him—I can change, grow, and become more like Him through sincere repentance and faith in His Atonement.
I know that Heavenly Father loves me, knows me by name, and desires for me to have joy and purpose in this life. That knowledge has brought light into my darkest moments and continues to guide me forward.
In the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

Week 7: It is a slow week.

Since returning from the trip to New York, I’ve been feeling a bit off throughout the week. Maybe it’s the result of the long weekend drive and the lack of proper sleep. On Monday and Tuesday, I woke up feeling drained and unbalanced, even though I tried to take things easy. It’s hard to fully describe, but something hasn’t felt quite right—and I’m still trying to process it.
There’s been a strange sense of disconnect, almost like my connection to the world has dimmed. Outside of work, I’ve spent most of my time lying in bed, trying to recover physically and mentally. Rest has helped a little, but I know I also need to pay more attention to my nutrition and overall well-being. I’m reminding myself that healing—whether physical, mental, or emotional—takes time, and it’s okay to take small steps toward feeling like myself again.

I finally had the chance to see some of the other interns throughout the week, which was a nice change after spending so much time solo. The weather, though, was something else—we had thunderstorms on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. There was a moment I genuinely thought my umbrella wasn’t going to survive, and that I was going to get completely soaked.
One evening around 7 p.m., as I was heading home, I spotted Sunny out in the rain—without an umbrella! She seemed to be enjoying it, while Saniya (thankfully!) was staying dry under hers. I couldn’t help but worry that Sunny might catch a cold… honestly, I was more worried about myself, because I’m pretty sure I would get sick first. I mean, I’m old and weak—haha 😅.
Later in the week, I ran into Naomi on my way back from work, and she joked that it had been a “decade” since she last saw me. I had to laugh, because it really has been a while since I hung out with everyone. Her comment made me realize just how much I’ve been keeping to myself lately—and honestly, I feel a little bad about it. It reminded me how much I appreciate the friendships I’ve made here and how important it is to reconnect every now and then.

Work on my internship is steadily moving forward. I’m excited to share that we’ve officially completed the first draft of the Standard Operating Procedure (SOP) for using the fluorescence microscope! With that milestone behind us, we’re now shifting our focus to drafting a method development paper intended for future publication. Honestly, it’s been a while since I’ve written a scientific paper, so I’m brushing up on my grammar and making sure I strike the right academic tone.
Dr. Hackley also mentioned that I might have the opportunity to contribute to another research paper currently in progress. Some of the data I’ve collected could be used as part of a comparative analysis in their study. I’m genuinely grateful to be able to contribute to ongoing research and support the broader mission of the USGS program.
Still, I’m not ready for this internship to come to an end. There’s so much more I want to learn, explore, and accomplish. I can feel that I’m just getting into the rhythm of things—and I want to make the most of every moment. 😊

On Friday, I had the opportunity to visit the United States Capitol with some of the other interns. It was a fascinating experience—getting to witness the foundation of the country and learn about the rich, meaningful history embedded within the Capitol building itself. Washington, D.C. continues to amaze me with its accomplishments, diversity, and depth. My time here has truly been a blessing.
Well… aside from the stress of driving in the city—haha, that part still gets to me! 😅
After our tour, we grabbed lunch at Good Stuff, and I have to say—their burgers are amazing. I enjoyed the meal just as much as the tour, and it was a great way to end a meaningful day spent learning, exploring, and bonding with friends.

Lastly, I want to express my deep appreciation to SPS for offering me this incredible opportunity to participate in the internship program. This experience has truly opened my eyes to new stories, cultures, and ideas that I had never encountered before. The inspiration I’ve gained from this journey has been both valuable and insightful.
Because of this internship—and with the support of friends who are also interning in the area—my long-time dream of visiting Palmyra, New York finally came true. The joy I felt during that trip was beyond words. It’s also been a great blessing to get to know the amazing interns and the dedicated people at USGS. Their kindness and knowledge have made my time here even more meaningful.
Above all, I’m grateful for the promptings of the Spirit from my Father in Heaven, guiding me through each step of this journey. Through this experience, I’ve been gradually growing in patience, humility, faith, and confidence—qualities I know I’ll need as I continue down the path ahead. This summer has been more than just an internship; it’s been a time of personal and spiritual growth, and I’m so thankful for every moment.

Week 8: Philadelphia? New Jersey? New York?

Guess what? It’s already another week—again, haha! I can’t believe my chapter here in Washington, D.C. is already coming to an end. Honestly, I started this journey feeling overwhelmed and a little lost, but over time, I’ve gradually adapted to the rhythm and pace of life here.
While D.C. definitely carries a strong political atmosphere, I’ve discovered that it’s not all about politics. There are still peaceful places that feel removed from the noise—especially the parks and riverside trails. The Washington Monument Park has actually become one of my favorite spots in the city. I’ve made a habit of running there from time to time… mostly in an attempt to push myself to the limit—trying to kill myself, haha!
Jokes aside, it’s been refreshing to have a place where I can clear my head, reflect, and stay grounded amidst the busyness of city life. The contrast between the high-energy workdays and those quiet runs under the open sky has become something I’ll really miss.
While I’ve truly enjoyed my time here in D.C., I’ve also been working really hard on my research project. After completing the draft of the SOP, I moved on to drafting the method development paper for potential future publication. Not gonna lie—I hit a serious wall. I got burnt out, and not just a little. It reached a point where even going for a walk didn’t help clear my mind.
To cope, I shifted my focus to working on the graphs for the next section of the paper—something a bit more visual and creative that helped distract me and ease the pressure. Still, I found myself struggling with something deeper: the dreaded impostor syndrome. I kept questioning whether I was really good enough—especially when it came to writing. English isn’t my first language, and I often find it challenging to express myself in a scientific and academic tone.
But I’ve come to realize that I’m not alone in this. So many of us go through these doubts, especially when we’re learning and growing. The most important thing is to get the draft down—even if it’s messy—and trust that it can be refined and improved over time. Progress doesn’t require perfection; it just requires persistence.
Besides everything else going on, I also planned a super last-minute trip for the weekend. And guess what? You got it right—it’s a trip to the East Coast: Philadelphia, New Jersey, and New York! Planning an entire trip in under 30 minutes was intense—especially since I had to find places to stay and make sure I bought tickets to and from each city in time.
This is actually the first time I’m traveling completely on my own to places I’ve never been before, and I won’t lie—I was pretty scared and stressed at first. My mind kept spinning with a million “what ifs.” What if I miss my bus? What if I don’t make it back to D.C. on time? What if I get lost? 😅
Even now, I still need to finalize some of the places I want to visit and double-check that I’ll make it to each stop (and each bus!) on time. But honestly, that’s part of what makes it an adventure. A little fear, a little spontaneity—and a whole lot of memories waiting to be made. Haha.
The first stop of my trip was Philadelphia—which I like to call the city of late awakenings. That’s because the city doesn’t really come alive until after 10 a.m.! I get that it’s the weekend, but still... 10 a.m.?? 😅 Despite the late start, it’s a beautiful city filled with great people and a vibrant energy that lasts well into the night.

During my stay at the hostel, I met so many interesting people—but one experience really stood out. My roommate, Adam, turned out to be someone I had literally ridden the same bus with on the way to Philly. Not only that—we booked the same hostel and ended up sharing the same room. Talk about a small world! Even crazier, we both planned to leave for New York on Saturday afternoon. What are the odds? Maybe we’ll run into each other again someday—who knows!

Aside from that unexpected coincidence, I really enjoyed the vibe of the city. I visited a number of iconic sites, including Independence Square, City Hall, various parks, historic churches, and of course, the Liberty Bell. If I had more time (and more energy), I would have loved to explore even more. My body, however, had other plans—it was definitely letting me know I needed rest. I pushed myself to walk everywhere, so I’d say I definitely got my workout in for the day, haha!

Philadelphia left a meaningful impression on me. The city’s commitment to preserving its historic buildings made it feel like I was walking through a living museum. In many ways, it reminded me of my trip to Palmyra—a place where the past feels close enough to touch.
As I wandered the streets, I could almost sense the shadows of the early Congress, of those who worked and fought so hard to build the foundation of this country. It was a heartfelt experience, one that didn’t require a tour guide or even prior research. The city told its story naturally—through its architecture, its atmosphere, and its sense of purpose.

Philadelphia is a city filled with ambition, color, and history. I only scratched the surface during my visit, but if I ever have the chance to return, I’d love to explore it in greater depth and truly absorb everything it has to offer.
The next stop on my trip was, of course, New York. But before that, my bus made a couple of stops in New Jersey to pick up passengers. I only got to see the border of New Jersey—but hey, it still counts as a visit, right? Haha!
One unexpected and unforgettable moment happened during the drive: the bus actually stopped near an Indian temple. And not just any temple—it was massive. Not just “big,” but grandeur-level huge! I think it might be the largest Indian temple I’ve ever seen in person—even compared to what I’ve seen back home in Malaysia or in pictures of temples in India. It was absolutely breathtaking.

Watching an Indian family travel from New York to visit this sacred place helped me understand their devotion on a deeper level. I thought to myself, I would do the same. As a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, I’ve traveled long distances to visit temples too—sacred places that hold deep spiritual meaning. In that moment, I felt a strong sense of connection and mutual respect. I shared in their reverence and admired their faithfulness. It reminded me how incredible it is to witness people honoring their beliefs with such love and devotion, no matter where they come from or what they believe.
Before entering New York City, I had the chance to take in a wide, breathtaking view of the skyline from across the river in New Jersey. From a distance, the city stood tall and alive—it was right there in front of me, and we were on our way in. In that moment, it hit me: This might be my only chance to visit New York during my internship—or even during my time studying in the United States.

Trips like this aren’t easy to make, especially when you’re on a tight budget. Visiting a city like New York is expensive, and to be honest, I’m not in a place financially where I could afford to come here under normal circumstances—haha. So being here, even just for a short time, felt like a rare gift. I wanted to soak in every view, every step, every moment. Even if I only get this one chance, I’m grateful I made it.
I would say that New York City is truly a city of organized chaos—a place where everything is thrown together regardless of style, age, or structure. Skyscrapers stand beside historic brick buildings, neon signs glow over cobblestone streets, and every corner tells a different story. It’s easy to overlook iconic features of the city because they’re so casually tucked into the everyday landscape. Honestly, it felt like I was on a giant treasure hunt—trying to spot landmarks hidden in plain sight.
At one point, I found myself walking through Wall Street and then Chinatown without even realizing it until later—funny, right? Despite the messiness and sensory overload, I genuinely enjoyed uncovering pieces of the city bit by bit. Every block offered something new—another story, another culture, another surprise.

New York really is a place where countless people from all backgrounds have come together to build something vibrant and diverse. It’s not just another big city—it’s one of the beating hearts of this country, and for many, one of the first places they set foot in when arriving in the U.S.
So yes—dodging scaffolding, trying not to bump my head, and constantly looking around while navigating the crowded streets was all part of the experience… and honestly, I loved every second of it. Haha.

During my stay at the hostel, I had the chance to talk with someone staying there who, interestingly enough, is actually from Washington, D.C., specifically the Columbia Heights area. She had recently moved to the hostel from her home at Queens but was staying at the hostel for a few nights due to some issues at her home.
Our conversation was eye-opening. She mentioned that a fire alarm had gone off at the hostel the morning before I arrived, and that the building was temporarily evacuated. I had no idea! Apparently, my reservation could have been canceled if things had gone differently—which would’ve been a total disaster for me. Thankfully, everything worked out!
She was incredibly kind and helpful, taking time to explain different aspects of New York and what it’s like to live there. Having been in the city for a couple of decades, she had seen many of its transformations firsthand. Listening to her stories was heartfelt and deeply meaningful.

It made me realize that there’s so much more to New York City than what we see in movies or TV shows. Being here in person, walking the streets, and talking to real people helped me see the city in a new light.
Yes, it’s chaotic and messy—but it never loses its light. That’s the beauty of it.

Although I struggled to navigate the city and find the right platforms, I’m incredibly grateful for the kind people who were willing to answer my questions along the way. I didn’t have much time to check everything out—it was a quick visit—and to make things more intense, my phone battery was dangerously low. If it had died, I would have had no way to navigate back to the hostel! Thankfully, I made it back safely with less than 10% battery left, haha.
Even with all that, I still managed to visit many of the places I had hoped to see. I went to Coney Island Beach, which was my first time at an East Coast beach—after previously visiting the West Coast at Oregon! I also visited Staten Island for a beautiful view of the Statue of Liberty, explored Uptown Manhattan at Lincoln Center, Times Square, the Empire State Building, Chinatown, and Little Italy.
Each of these places carries its own story, reflecting the rich history and diversity of the city and the country. I can’t imagine how much hard work people put in throughout history to create such an incredible, vibrant place!

Even though this last-minute trip was stressful to plan—and I carried so many worries along the way—I’m honestly proud that I made it through. I was afraid that any part of the plan could fail, and the thought of having no backup was terrifying. Being in a foreign place on my own is pretty scary, and the last thing I wanted was to feel helpless or lost.
The insecurity inside me started to grow, threatening to overwhelm me and steal the joy from visiting these amazing places. But looking back now, I realize that this trip has helped me grow a lot—more than I expected. Stepping into the unknown, navigating unfamiliar streets, and pushing past my fears gave me a sense of accomplishment I didn’t know I needed.

After visiting New York City, I realized something surprising about myself: I had unintentionally formed a bias toward the city and its people. So many people had warned me about how terrible theft is in New York City—about the danger in the subways, unkind people vandalizing public property, and how public transport wasn’t safe. Without realizing it, I internalized those warnings and carried a sense of fear and distrust before I even arrived.
But once I actually experienced it myself, that perception began to change. I want to correct the bad impression that was painted by words alone. Yes, unfortunate things can happen—but they weren’t the norm. The people I encountered were respectful, helpful, and kind. The impression I had wasn’t fair and was likely based on isolated incidents that don’t represent the whole. I’m glad I gave myself the chance to see and experience the truth firsthand.
I’ve always dreamed of being a solo backpacker, exploring different places at my own pace. Maybe I was inspired by all the social media posts of people doing it—carefree and joyful. But doing it myself? That was a whole different story. It was challenging, full of little things I never even considered. The first step was to face the monster of fear inside me, haha. Then came the need to trust myself, to stay alert and aware, and to also enjoy the trip.

Most of all, I want to thank my Heavenly Father. He gave me the strength and courage to step out of my comfort zone—to open my eyes to the world around me. He let me experience new sides of this country, walking forward at my own pace, reminding me that it’s okay to stumble sometimes. I debated this trip for weeks, even tried to find someone to join me (but he wasn’t available when I finally decided to go). In the end, I realized I’d either go alone… or regret it forever.
I’m thankful for the people who supported my decision, even when I told them I’d be going solo. They were my support. And Heavenly Father was my guide, giving me the courage to carry out a last-minute plan.
Now that I’m back in D.C., it all still feels a little unreal. But if there’s one thing I’m sure of—it may seem like this is the end of a trip… but it’s really just the beginning of many more to come. =)