I have dreamed about moving to New York as long as I can remember. But dreams and reality are often very far apart, and after college I spent the years developing a newspaper career in places across the country I couldn’t call my own.
But now, as I sit in my chair at my dream job in the best city in the world, my perspective has changed. I am no longer the innocent and naïve newspaper reporter that left Iowa and Maine with dreams unfulfilled. I am the person who has made her biggest dream come true, living and working in New York City, but still has not experienced that elusive word “fulfillment.” To be completely cliché, it is all about the journey, I suppose.
