Okay...I'll admit it. Life got in the way, so I wasn't able to keep my promise all that well.
There's a lot that's happened since I first introduced (you) to this blog. I'll spare you most of the sordid details, but I moved - again.
I consider myself lucky...really lucky (did I already say this?). My pursuit for career-happiness has taken me on a rather long, drawn out journey. I grew up in Toronto, but got sick of the metropolis. I spent (on and off) five years studying in the nation's capital, Ottawa. A beautiful town. Conservative, yet very pretty. Even though I haven't been there in years, I contend it's a place I wouldn't mind spending my retirement years.
The year following graduation from broadcasting school forced me back to Toronto where I got my start in the business. I worked (for barely minimum wage), filling coffee cups and printers desperately hoping that I would move up the ranks. I did...eventually. I produced and wrote, but that wasn't enough. You see, I get bored very easily. I always need a new challenge. I applied EVERYWHERE. Because who doesn't dream of being a reporter or an anchor, chasing the stories, and getting up in front of a camera to break a really juicy story? Can you believe? NO ONE listened. Until a few years later.
At a time when most people were thinking about settling down and families, I moved across the country to "uncertainty". I lived in Edmonton for nine months before I was transferred to beautiful Calgary to...REPORT! I loved each and every moment of it. I learned so much in those two years. I used my time there to help me perfect my on-air performance and develop my "personality". You have to understand that I was that little wallflower that no one EVER noticed. I NEVER liked to speak in class. But somehow...I managed to find my voice...admittedly, a voice someone once said should never be heard. But that's all part of the past.
Living in Winnipeg was one of the best experiences ever. I met a wonderful group of people that I worked with that I now consider very close friends. I've learned so much from them (thanks Caroline and Kelly!)...I'm not sure they really know how much they're influence has affected me. It was a painful decision to leave. It was almost like leaving my family. But one that had to be made.
Now I find myself chasing another dream. I've just started a fellowship at NYU. I'll be getting a Master's in journalism in 18 months. I hope...sincerely hope...that this is the right decision. I'm living in the largest, fastest paced, and the most expensive cities in the world. It's all so overwhelming. The best place to do journalism...and learn some of the newest innovations this industry has to offer.
I'm so excited.
