I had this dream last night (actually, it was this morning in my half asleep, half awake stage) where I was living back in Biloxi working for the paper again. I had just started my job back up and was assigned to my old city beat for the city of Long Beach. They had elected a new mayor (quite feasible since the mayor who was there while I was a reporter stepped down to run for state office or something like that) who didn’t know that I was working for the paper — he just thought I was a recent move or something. A bunch of people were at this big luncheon and he was telling us all to make sure to be at the city council meeting that night, that something exciting was going to happen. I still don’t know what was so exciting, I woke up before the excitement was unleashed, but I remember thinking, “He wouldn’t be telling me this if he knew I was a reporter.”
Anyway, I get to the city council meeting, and the place is standing room only. Jamie and Sean are both there taking pictures, and sit myself down behind Jamie in the front of the room, pull out my pad and paper and get ready to take notes. I was thinking, “I should really try to get insider information every time I cover city council meetings. It will make my job so much easier.” And then somewhere in the meeting before all the excitement began, Joshua woke me up and told me it was 8:15, and I had better get up and get to work in a hurry.
So now I’m sitting here at my desk, feeling a little disoriented. What am I doing in Texas? Why am I not writing for a living? *sigh*
I feel like I say those exact words to myself all the time. I like Austin, but I miss living in a valley. A real one. Pout, pout.
be careful krisen…both my parents and the thames never intended to stay in texas and my parents have lived there for upward of 25 years…it sucks you in. watch out!