Hmm.
Here's my once-in-a-while update to my LiveJournal. Coming back here is like opening up a time capsule for me. Very few people I friended on here still use their LiveJournals. And chances are, nobody else will read this post, except maybe months from now. But I have something itching in the back of my mind that I feel like I have to write down.
First of all, an update. I'm in Grand Rapids for the summer. Copy editing internship at the Grand Rapids Press. Living with two other CMU journalism students interning at the same place. So far, it's going well. Doing some good work. And I like the people I work with, although I haven't went on too many bar trips yet. The job is mostly page design and proofreading, so it does get kind of monotonous, but I'm pretty good at it and time goes by when you're busy with things to do. That's how I get through 4 a.m.-noon shifts. Going to bed at 8 p.m. is depressing no matter how you look at it, though.
But this internship is teaching me something about myself, I think. I've always talked highly of Grand Rapids. My most memorable moments in this city was Business Professionals of America for two years, when we stayed at Amway. Visited again for Michigan Press Association Awards. Always wanted to live here for a period of time... and now I am. But to be absolutely honest, I'm not enjoying it as much as I thought I would. Not because I don't like Grand Rapids. It's still a pretty awesome city, probably the best in the state. Nothing to do with my internship, as I said, I'm enjoying that, too.
What's bothering me is that I'm further away from home, I think. Saginaw. It's not a real troublesome thing, but it's one of those things that itches in the back of your head, and the only way you can scratch it is by hopping into your car and taking the drive home. There's so many things I want to do. Spend time at my house and hang out with my family. See all my friends, or at least the ones I've maintained over the last 4 college years. See Allen at the mausoleum. Go to Frankenmuth to play the machines. Party at "the house." Go to the bars on Hamilton Street. The list goes on.
I began thinking the other day- if I could pick one newspaper to work at for the rest of my life. There are many newspapers I thought of working for somewhere down the line. St. Petersburg Times comes to mind first. Grand Rapids Press is up there, too. But you know what came to mind first for working at the rest of my life? The Saginaw News. No joke. I would take a job as an online guy or a prep sports reporter there over many bigger jobs any day. At this point in my life, it seems like the right way to go. Now I know why people have such a hard time leaving home, even with such ambitious goals.
Look, I'm not stupid. I know I can't live in the past, and I'm not going to. If my life leads me outside of Michigan, so be it. The age of 22 is way too early to be having life reflections... I've spent half my day today reading old LiveJournal entries, from both my accounts, piecing together the person I became now.
It all teaches me one thing. No matter where I end up, no matter what I'm doing, NONE of it will compare to Saginaw, Michigan for me. No matter how high it ranks in the nation in crime, or poverty, it is my home, where I grew up and where, deep down, I hope I am buried one day.
That is all for now. I would say I'll update again soon, but as you can probably tell, I don't update this thing much. Last update way May 2008. Go figure.
First of all, an update. I'm in Grand Rapids for the summer. Copy editing internship at the Grand Rapids Press. Living with two other CMU journalism students interning at the same place. So far, it's going well. Doing some good work. And I like the people I work with, although I haven't went on too many bar trips yet. The job is mostly page design and proofreading, so it does get kind of monotonous, but I'm pretty good at it and time goes by when you're busy with things to do. That's how I get through 4 a.m.-noon shifts. Going to bed at 8 p.m. is depressing no matter how you look at it, though.
But this internship is teaching me something about myself, I think. I've always talked highly of Grand Rapids. My most memorable moments in this city was Business Professionals of America for two years, when we stayed at Amway. Visited again for Michigan Press Association Awards. Always wanted to live here for a period of time... and now I am. But to be absolutely honest, I'm not enjoying it as much as I thought I would. Not because I don't like Grand Rapids. It's still a pretty awesome city, probably the best in the state. Nothing to do with my internship, as I said, I'm enjoying that, too.
What's bothering me is that I'm further away from home, I think. Saginaw. It's not a real troublesome thing, but it's one of those things that itches in the back of your head, and the only way you can scratch it is by hopping into your car and taking the drive home. There's so many things I want to do. Spend time at my house and hang out with my family. See all my friends, or at least the ones I've maintained over the last 4 college years. See Allen at the mausoleum. Go to Frankenmuth to play the machines. Party at "the house." Go to the bars on Hamilton Street. The list goes on.
I began thinking the other day- if I could pick one newspaper to work at for the rest of my life. There are many newspapers I thought of working for somewhere down the line. St. Petersburg Times comes to mind first. Grand Rapids Press is up there, too. But you know what came to mind first for working at the rest of my life? The Saginaw News. No joke. I would take a job as an online guy or a prep sports reporter there over many bigger jobs any day. At this point in my life, it seems like the right way to go. Now I know why people have such a hard time leaving home, even with such ambitious goals.
Look, I'm not stupid. I know I can't live in the past, and I'm not going to. If my life leads me outside of Michigan, so be it. The age of 22 is way too early to be having life reflections... I've spent half my day today reading old LiveJournal entries, from both my accounts, piecing together the person I became now.
It all teaches me one thing. No matter where I end up, no matter what I'm doing, NONE of it will compare to Saginaw, Michigan for me. No matter how high it ranks in the nation in crime, or poverty, it is my home, where I grew up and where, deep down, I hope I am buried one day.
That is all for now. I would say I'll update again soon, but as you can probably tell, I don't update this thing much. Last update way May 2008. Go figure.