A change of heart?

For the past couple of months, I was worried that moving to a bigger city first (like DC) means having to give up being a reporter. Journalism was definitely my first love. But then again, your first love is not always the one that you'll love forever.

Should I dare say it? I don't think my heart is in reporting anymore.

I still love the news. And journalism. But actually being the reporter? Well, that's a different story. At least, that's what I'm thinking right now.

I think I'm starting to fall in love with something else.

Politics.

(Geez. Of all things?)

Well, political communication, at least. Like working for a press office, and work my way to being a press secretary.

Not actually being the politician, mind you. Just working for one.

I guess once you've caught Potomac Fever, you're infected for life. At least, for a while.

So I think I need to go to grad school for this one. And yes, I always knew I wanted to go to grad school, just didn't know for what. There's an answer for you.

And now the deadline for grad school applications for fall are quickly approaching. (American University is my first choice. More like my only choice.) And I haven't even taken the GRE yet. I think I might have to wait until the spring, or next fall.

What now until then?

Hmmm...lots to think about.

(Or maybe, my desire to go back to DC is what's propelling this change.)

I'm soooo lost.