Journalist on the run

After three days of broken plumbing, two and a half months of unsuccessful job hunting, and one almost kitchen fire, I’ve become a journalist on the run.


Post-grad life has been less than glamorous, primarily involving being a professional cover letter writer and Netflix watcher. I like to think of myself as a creative problem solver who always needs to be gnawing on a project, so all this free time has been making me crazy.

I woke up on Monday and decided I needed to get out of San Diego after accidently lighting a tortilla on fire while making breakfast.

I packed my backpack with what few clean clothes were in my closet – no time for laundry before a spontaneous adventure- updated the social media world on my plan to leave, and drove away.

I made it about a block before friends started calling me and asking what in the world I was doing. 
After fielding questions and reassuring all the people who like to worry about me, I was on the road.

So far I have slept on the floor of a Santa Barbra dorm room, spent time with my childhood best friend and her nine roomates and ventured into San Francisco.


I had the bright idea to try and find freelance work up the coast and extend my trip as long as possible. Today I was supposed to earn my gas money by collecting 50 quotes from kids in San Francisco (about what they like to do in the Bay Area) for someone writing a travel guide. It was terrible.

Half the people I spoke to couldn’t speak English and the other half weren’t interested. After finding the perfect place with tons of families having a great time, I was asked to leave by security. Oops. 

Driving through San Francisco is its own special kind of punishment that I wish on no one.
By the time I had made it in to the city, paid too much for parking, and been rejected by every parent between SOMA and China Town, I gave in and decided that this wasn’t worth the $1 per quote.

On the bright side, I happened to find a freelance opportunity ghost writing that might actually pan out.

The ongoing journey for adventures to fill up my journal and jobs to fill my wallet continues.

Like the note said, I really don’t know where I’m going or when I’ll be back, but I think it’s all going to be okay. 

San Diego State’s journalism program taught me how to think mobile, global, local and social.

I really believe that I’ll be able to pull these skills together and make it on the road until I can find a job back home. If anyone wants to put my abilities to good use, check out and let’s talk jobs!


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