Well… it’s nearing the end of my time with the Albuquerque Journal. It’s been a long, winding, educating, eye-opening trip. Thursday is my last day, with Friday a check-out day. As of now my last assignment here is pets of the week for the metro section. Seems kinda fitting and poetic.
So what can I say about my time here… I’m not sure just yet I guess… bittersweet is the best way I can put it in one word. But in the end, how many people that walk this earth get to say that they got to live each day doing what they love?
Next door at the Tribune, they’re also thinking a lot about why they do this.
Craig Fritz wrote about his thoughts in a weekly photo column they call Viewfinder. (I’ve been meaning to mention this for sometime, but leaving finally forced me to look it up on the website instead of the paper. If you like it, make sure you check out in the series, including this one, which became one of my favorites.)
Fritz pretty sums it up, I can’t think of one more thing I could possibly add. It’s true, it’s the people we meet the stories we get to hear that makes this job what it is.
Fritz is on an eerily parallel path to my own, with his afternoon paper, The Albuquerque Tribune, also flirting with turning off the lights for the last time. It’s odd, they announced that they were being put up for sale about two three weeks after I arrived, like we both knew an end was coming. And then for a moment it seemed that this Friday would be there last day as well. (Right now that’s not an absolute certainty, fingers crossed.)
Like that paper, my future is also an uncertainty. What lies ahead is as good your guess as mine.
We’ll see which way the wind blows, I find life is more interesting without a road map.
P.S. If anyone has a spare couch, hit me up.
