It seems that the more I become invested in the personal projects that make up graduate school, time falls off the calendar at a precipitous rate. It's already halfway through the first semester and I'm knee deep in long-term projects, bills to pay, and side endeavors. And while my immediate circumstances continue to change, the end goals do not.
After graduation in August, I will find employment. The geographical location is irrelevant. I will work hard at this job, proving my new chops but also learning a lot and bringing whatever I can to the publication's table. Eventually I hope to spend some time reporting internationally.
My dream job would allow me to work in an urban space, reporting on issues of social justice with no more than my video camera, editing software, and large vocabulary. I fully anticipate being overworked, underpaid, and loving my job.
The future is uncertain, but as long as I'm "doing journalism" in some capacity of the phrase, I'll be happy.
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