It’s been almost four months since I’ve moved to Arizona to be a television news reporter. I like to joke that it feels like it’s been a year already because it feels like so much has happened in this short amount of time. My blog has remained untouched because the only writing I’ve been doing lately has been geared towards a broadcast news audience— sharp, short, conversational. But, while I love telling stories of untold communities and I’ve been growing so much as a journalist, I’ve found that my ability to express my own feelings has stunted. When you write for a mainstream audience for so long, it’s so easy to forget how important it is to just write for yourself. I’ve learned so much being on the field. Local television reporting is not glamorous at all. You have to be your own photographer, writer, video editor, assignment editor, and producer. But through all the car crashes, fires, shootings, burglaries, stressful moments of breaking news— I wouldn’t change a thing. It was through these experiences that I grew.
Now I’m back in Los Angeles and I’m thankful for my time in Yuma. I don’t regret it. Thanks for teaching me so much about being a journalist, a storyteller, a human being. I hope I touched the community the way it touched me. Thanks for being the first place to give me a shot.