WAG - Leaving the "Break House"
In email communication with my parents, my Dad has referred to the Columbia apartment I've been crashing in as the "Break House."
Today, I am happy to say I'm on may way out.
Reporters outnumber stories, and with the two stories I've worked on this week I've done more than most of the other people hanging around. I'm at the bottom of the pecking order surrounded by very hungry people.
If I'm just going to sit around and surf the internet all day long, I'd rather do that on a couch in Sullivan than in the Missourian newsroom.
No offense George Kennedy, wherever you are.
[Pay no mind to the inside references. Just do what you'd do in conversation - smile, nod, and keep going forward and only ask for a clarification later if you're still completely confused {and maybe not even then}]
My bags were packed before I made my final bike to the Missourian today. I still have a bit of food to bundle up, and I need to do standard house cleaning stuff like emptying the trash and putting dishes back in the cupboards, but I'm otherwise ready to rocket out of here.
I wouldn't call it a waste of time. I've had a good time over the last few days. I think I can put my vacation to better use from a position on the couch rather than at a desk.
Next stop: Sullivan.
'Free_at_last'
