I knew I was going to return to the Northwest. It was only a matter of time.
In just a little over a month, I will pack everything I own, ship it off and say farewell to the Show-Me State. I’m returning to the Pacific Northwest, and believe it or not — I accepted a position as a business and education reporter with The Chronicle, the daily newspaper in Centralia, Washington.
Just like Grover Cleveland served as President for two non-consecutive terms, so shall I return to the world of print, and exactly in the same beat I covered before moving to Springfield in January 2012.
In early 2010, The Chronicle’s editors took a chance on a journalist that had only written two major articles before for any newspaper, and who had been laid off six months earlier from a job as a multimedia journalist for a newspaper in Springfield, Mo. That was nearly four years ago, and I went on to serve two years as the business and education reporter there before moving back to Springfield to do some Internet work for two TV stations.
It was because of The Chronicle that I got the position here in Springfield, and it is also because of them that I will go back to serve them and the communities in Lewis County again.
I fully believe I was meant to be here in Springfield for the time that I was. Two years that have been markedly different from anything I’ve known in the past have been essential for my spiritual growth. I truly believe I have been able to help a few people that have needed someone to simply be there and pray for and with them.
I have had a desire in my heart to return to the Northwest for a time now. The mountains, the ocean, the friends that I have made over the years there — and more than anything, a true sense of belonging. The Northwest is home and will always be for me.
When I informed my supervisors and my friends at work about my departure today, my words were returned with understanding, support and joy. My friends here know I wanted to go home, and I was touched deeply by their support today and well-wishes.
Speaking of them, the people here in Springfield that I have had the opportunity to know and work with are tremendous. I will always treasure their friendship and fondly remember them, and speak well of them to my friends back home.
But the voice that resonates and reminds me of home persisted. Today, my heart is at a peace knowing that I will return home — and it just may be like I never left at all.
The timing of the offer today is assurance that it was definitely meant to be. Ten years ago, my family was mourning my grandmother’s death, and we held her funeral just a day or two shy of the Thanksgiving holiday. Today, my family is rejoicing that I return home, as I accepted the job offer just shy of this year’s Thanksgiving holiday.
I am positive that Oma is smiling right now.
I am beyond excited at the thought that I get to drive home and be with old friends, write for a local newspaper and serve a community in need once again. The joy I feel is different in that it is subdued and peaceful.
Coming to Springfield was necessary for me to grow as a journalist and Christian. Returning to the Northwest will give me the chance to show that I have.