Dreams come true.

This whole thing... it's insane.
Things have moved so fast.

Every time I think I'm going to be stuck without a job, something comes my way first Quebec... now this....

And every now and then, I'll be laying in bed, staring at the ceiling.... and it will hit me... that I actually have a career. I'm twenty-two... and I am on staff with CBC Radio. That's all I've ever wanted... and something I thought was so very out of reach, so impossible. I feel like I spent so much of my time at j-school feeling defeated before I even graduated.

I remember in J-4000 during one of the presentations, they asked who planned on going into PR, and I had my hand up before they even finished the question. Not because I didn't WANT to do journalism, but because I just didn't think I COULD. I wasn't one of those kids that had the amazing internship in third year. I didn't intern over the summers. I didn't write for the Charlatan. It kind of makes me think I don't deserve this... but I know that's not true, because I did work my butt off this summer. I am good at telling stories. I know that. It just seems too unreal haha.

I keep saying that this summer, working in Quebec City, is/was a dream come true. Now THIS has become my "NEW" dream come true... looks like I'm going to have to think up a new dream job... because it seems a bit silly to have accomplished "everything" at such a young age haha.

Maybe my next dream job will be closer to the family, to the friends. Where pop isn't outrageously priced, and I can get my hands on a good slice of pizza.

There, that's a reasonable... semi-unobtainable goal, right?