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Just over 26 months ago, I blindly moved to Spokane for a summer. I knew nobody in the area, I knew nothing about the place, and all I knew was I'd secured an internship and a small studio apartment for three months.

On my connecting flight from Phoenix, I sat next to a girl whose father lived in Northern Idaho and whose mother lived somewhere in Texas. She asked me whether I was from the area or not, and I told her that no, I was just moving in and playing it by ear and I really wasn’t sure what I was getting myself into.

I only remember bits and pieces and I don’t remember exactly what she said except for how it was a “different sort of city” (and I’ve since heard this from others, too) and that it’s a beautiful part of the country and that I’d probably like it and it’s hard to leave once you’re used to the place.

I’ve been back every summer since. (Which is to say, two.)

And just over a week ago, I became the newest full-time member of the Spokesman-Review newsroom.

So, I guess I liked it.

Just the thought of permanence — anywhere, in anything, so soon after college — is dizzying to me… But hell, this was one of those opportunities that I couldn’t pass up:

I get to work on a pretty badass news site, dabble in iPhone/iPad development, I have decent creative control over what I work on, and hey — I have a real job right out of school. That’s as good as it gets, if you ask me.

(But check back once I get myself into one of these infamous Spokane winters. It’s La Niña this year, apparently — I’ve been warned.)

Excited and scared don’t begin to describe it. That this is for real now crosses my mind every so often. And — just like the start — I feel like I’m flying blind again; but this time, into the whole real world thing.

It’s going to be great.