It all seems to be happening at once. Our online news magazine Stories of Geelong is doing well, and Anna and I have great plans for it.I've got some great and exciting plans with Stephanie Tribe, which makes me feel a bit dizzy. It is all so exciting, so scary.
My days are filled with meeting people and observing life around Geelong. Then at night I write diary entries about my day as a journalist, data that is going to form the main part of my thesis. I am constantly focused, constantly worried that I am not doing enough, that I am not doing the right things. I am very excited, but at the same time stressed. Quiet stress, hidden behind everything, only I can sense it there, vibrating underneath the surface. I am looking forward to finishing my thesis and handing it in. Then I can allow myself to be a journalist, work on Stories of Geelong and just be passionate about journalism.
When my days are so packed with action, I enjoy coming home. They say that home is where the heart is. Coming home for me is crawling into bed with the best boyfriend in the world. Spooning, being held so tight I can barely move. That is home, that is where I, the journalist, take of my shoes and lean back in the big arm chair, Mozart on the stereo and brandy in hand. This is where I become little Mari again and I relax.
Friday, May 20, 2011
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