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Wondering where time goes

It seems I’m entering the home stretch going 100 kilometres per hour in what I thought was a school zone.

It seems I’m entering the home stretch going 100 kilometres per hour in what I thought was a school zone.

Back when I applied at uVic, I had all the time in the world to get what I wanted done actually done.

Six months later I’m astounded to find myself turning the corner just before the finish line.

Almost gone are my days of going between Smithers and Houston, figuring out the little tidbits of information that keeps our communities fresh and interesting.

Also almost gone are my days of doing the man on the street, or streeter, questions each week.

That I am less depressed about, I won’t lie..

But for those who gladly think of the day that my smiling face will no longer be seen on the streets asking for your photo and answer to a question, I would say that whomever gets to replace me will take over that special honour.

Please be nice to them. It’s not an enviable part of this job, though it’s offset by meeting wonderful people along the way.

I’ll certainly never forget my time working for the Houston Today and Interior News.

The reports of a stolen tea cup, or of a few woodpeckers causing upwards of $100,000 of damages to a Telus phone line, it’s the little things that keep things interesting.

Or watching as the building that once only housed one of the best Chinese food restaurants is brought back to its former glory, something I’m sorry to say I probably won’t see the end of.

I’ll have to read it in the paper, like everyone else I suppose.