It's almost over.

5 more days. I got a story that I need to wrap up - i.e. actually write it. Then it's two lunches with my editors on Thursday and Friday, as well as calling around to get my name off the bills.
It's been fun hanging out with the interns here. And spending hours at the office working on stories or reading up on the news while waiting for a call back or somethign to do. And going to the Twins games to watch them lose. Minneapolis is a terrific city to live in (at least when it's warm) and there are a lot of good people here.
But for what I want to do, this is not the right place for it. It's a regional paper that focuses on the state news, which is perfectly fine. It's just that I'm interested in inter/national news. So I'll need to venture out to the bigger and better markets, or work for a wire service. No offense to anyone or anything.
One thing that's going to swamp me is the paperwork. Like one of my cubemates said, they get you when you come in and they get you when you go out.
I'll miss this city, and I'll miss the newsroom people and the interns. But I think I'm ready to go back home. Then back to school, where I'll toil through the night at the dinky little newsroom filled with other college kids chasing after the same things that I am. It's good to live in the bubble of hopes and dreams. So long as you can take a step back and realize it won't last forever.
Then I'll turn 21 and die of alcohol poisoning.