Torn between two lovers

My first love is calling me back.

No, I'm not talking about an ex, or a middle school crush. I'm talking about my REAL first love.

News.

Just when I thought I have finally moved on, it slowly beckons me to come back. Not that I'm not excited about the prospect of falling in love with it all over again.

The executive producer of a local news station that I interned with almost two years ago emailed me and asked if I was interested in a freelance associate producer position.

You should have seen me jump around my room.

Then I saw the dry erase board that hung on my wall. I stared at my list of choice grad schools that I finally had the motivation to compile.

My new love is on the other line, impatiently waiting for me to pick up.

Politics.

I went to the job interview. Walked down the halls that I still know so well, it felt like home again. Ahhhh, the comfort and the safety of something that I learned to love over so many years. The feeling that I thought I had gotten over after it failed to keep my interest after the summer ended.

But at the same time, I felt like I was cheating on my new love. I thought we had an understanding. A plan to move back to DC.

Maybe it was just a fling after all.

The news bug bit me way back in high school. But is the infection stronger than that of the Potomac fever I caught just this past summer?

The first has always been good to me. It's the safe route I took all the way through college. The opportunities that it has opened up for me have been amazing. The second is new and exciting. It's fiery and scandalous. It's something different.

I got the job, by the way. I couldn't be any happier. Or am I?

For now, I'll play them both. See where either will take me. And of course, I'll have to choose what's best for me.

Huge decision to make. Would choosing one mean losing the other forever? Should I risk the love of one to pursue the other?

This dilemma ALMOST makes dealing with men a walk in the park.