Has it really been two years since I've visited this place? I'm now at the precipice of a new beginning. I'm leaving the only professional world I've known for a brand new one. I'll be disembarking from my journey as a journalist. It's been a great ride. I've trekked to different continents, interviewed celebrities and powerful newsmakers, and savored a front row view to history. Unexpectedly, I was contacted by a recruiter to join one of the world's biggest companies as a communications professional. I was told that my skill set would be tapped for similar work in a much different arena. I was intrigued. And that feeling of intrigue was one that I hadn't felt from my beloved profession in many, many months.
Like a neglected partner, I was seduced by the advances of a rich suitor who promised me riches and fulfillment I had been lacking. So here I am with just two weeks left before I leave a major network for what I'm hoping are greener pastures.
Coupled with this departure is another one that is just as significant. I'm leaving the only city I've called home since I left for college. I landed in New York City, reluctant but hopeful and came to experience this city in the most visceral way possible. There were many dark moments in the last decade when I was able to lift my spirits just by acknowledging that I had conquered the Big Apple. It is the only city I know of where you are considered a success just by virtue of the fact that you live here. I've literally paused at intersections, looked down the expanse of skyscrapers and bustling humanity and thought, "This is YOUR city. You have made it."
But the new gig requires me to head back to the place I fled after high school. A state that I had learned to dislike for its abundance of conservatives and lack of diversity. The irony is that it's now a mutlicultural mecca of ethnic cuisines and people. And it's where I'm heading to start my new job.
With two weeks left as a journalist, I find myself still looking for stories to tell, pitches to offer and people to profile. It's instinctive and even with the days ticking by, I am determined to bring new stories to light until my last day. After that, new challenges await. And I face them with a partner more understanding and loving than anyone I have ever had the privilege of knowing. He's moving for me, leaving a life he's carved out to build a new one with me. It's all very exciting and stressful. The prospect of what will be is the former and the process of taking the aforementioned steps is the latter.
As I embark on this new journey for what will surely be the next era of my life, I am so grateful for you, my readers- my friends. You have always cheered me on from the sidelines and the roar of your support is still music to my ears.
Like a neglected partner, I was seduced by the advances of a rich suitor who promised me riches and fulfillment I had been lacking. So here I am with just two weeks left before I leave a major network for what I'm hoping are greener pastures.
Coupled with this departure is another one that is just as significant. I'm leaving the only city I've called home since I left for college. I landed in New York City, reluctant but hopeful and came to experience this city in the most visceral way possible. There were many dark moments in the last decade when I was able to lift my spirits just by acknowledging that I had conquered the Big Apple. It is the only city I know of where you are considered a success just by virtue of the fact that you live here. I've literally paused at intersections, looked down the expanse of skyscrapers and bustling humanity and thought, "This is YOUR city. You have made it."
But the new gig requires me to head back to the place I fled after high school. A state that I had learned to dislike for its abundance of conservatives and lack of diversity. The irony is that it's now a mutlicultural mecca of ethnic cuisines and people. And it's where I'm heading to start my new job.
With two weeks left as a journalist, I find myself still looking for stories to tell, pitches to offer and people to profile. It's instinctive and even with the days ticking by, I am determined to bring new stories to light until my last day. After that, new challenges await. And I face them with a partner more understanding and loving than anyone I have ever had the privilege of knowing. He's moving for me, leaving a life he's carved out to build a new one with me. It's all very exciting and stressful. The prospect of what will be is the former and the process of taking the aforementioned steps is the latter.
As I embark on this new journey for what will surely be the next era of my life, I am so grateful for you, my readers- my friends. You have always cheered me on from the sidelines and the roar of your support is still music to my ears.
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yay! so whats the name of the next blog? I will be your first subscriber!
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