I’ve spent my life looking for somewhere to belong, a place to fit in, a place to bring all my wild passion and quirky, geeky ways and put them to good use.
Being a freelancer has its privileges, and your colleagues can sometimes feel as close as siblings. But there’s something undeniably special about being part of a newsroom. It’s home. It’s family. It’s something you can’t describe to anyone on the outside — and you wouldn’t want to if you could, because it would lose a little of its magic.
On April 11, 2011, I joined the staff of The Commercial Dispatch as a reporter/photographer.
One day, I’d like to write more about my first week. But for now, it’s 11 p.m. and I have to be at work in the morning at 8 a.m.
Suffice it to say that I couldn’t be happier. It’s a great privilege to live and work in a city I love with great people in a fun, creative atmosphere. It’s challenging to make the leap from freelance to staff, but so far, I’m digging every minute of it.
Music: Young Men Dead by the Black Angels (lyrics)