A gazillion years ago I got accepted to graduate school to continue my journalism studies. I chose something else (read: someone) and that set my life on a different course.
It was interesting, how I've spent my years. It was not, though, what I had intended. And until I am burned into a pile of ashes, there is still time to do what I wanted to do.
So. . .
I am moving to Boston to get a masters in journalism. Was awarded a fellowship as part of my acceptance. Am excited and scared and proud. When I was writing my essay for admission purposes, I was thinking "Damn, you really are good" and I want to keep building my skills. Cost of living is waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay different from where I'm from, but I will find a way. I will find my way.
As a student of the college, I can get reduced tickets for the Red Sox games. Am a forever Mets fan because I loved/love Lee Mazzilli, but I like baseball so maybe I'll find the time to take myself out to the ole ball game.
So I'm heading into my third act.
The setting is Boston, MA.
Can't wait to see what happens when the figurative curtain rises!
