I know we're only two weeks into the semester. Don't worry, I get that. I know I still have nine months until graduation. Yeah, I get that. But more and more everyday I begin to realize what's really important to me in my life. What I want. What I want more than a high market, a big salary, and my face on a bus. I want to be happy.
It sounds ridiculous. You've heard it plenty of times before. I know. But, really. Regardless of how you spin it, graduation is nine months away. And right now, I think it's fair to say most upcoming grads can at least say they're going to work in St. Louis, Minneapolis, or wherever they choose. The reality is I can't. I don't know what will be open, who will be hiring, and heck, who will want me.
What I've figured out the past few months, weeks, days, minutes, let's be honest, seconds, is that I have to do what's going to make me happy. At the end of the day, that's not going to be the size of the market. I want to be in a situation where I can learn, a place that has good journalism, one with good people. I want a city where I can meet young people, where I can be near my family, a place that'll welcome me with open arms.
Journalism's a scary, scary world. I want a family, I want to be a good dad, I want to be a good person. If that works with journalism, great. I'm in.....
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