Farewell Storm Lake

Plus Osceola is only two hours and forty-five minutes from my niece (to be born in December.) And I've also heard they get less snow down there, can't pass that up.

I have really enjoyed my time in Storm Lake. When I came to SL the only thing I really knew about the town was that it was located in Iowa. Over the course of a few years, I've learned so much and come to really adore this unique community. As a reporter, I know the meaning of the phrase 'starving artist.' I didn't major in journalism for the money, I majored in it for the experiences and the people I'd meet. I've had some experiences here I will never forget.

For the past week I've felt a bit like a chicken with its head cut off as I run around trying to make sure I get everything done before I leave. I've been trying to figure out a way to multitask while I sleep. I haven't found a way yet. I had forgotten how much of a chore it is to pack. I'm convinced my stuff is multiplying as I pack. I managed to find the floor underneath all the boxes last night so there is light at the end of the tunnel. I think there is a good possibility I've restocked the shelves at Goodwill. After I told my family the news of my new job, my dad and brother quickly began making plans to get a trailer. Don't get too excited, I don't have a place yet, I told them. Thankfully I do now. Phew.

Although I'm sad to be leaving, I'm excited about the new chapter. I will miss you guys. Please keep in touch.