It was in Cardiff that I finally found my niche.
Finding your passions and finding what you're meant to do always sounds cliched when someone else says it to you. But in Cardiff I found those things. I found what I loved, I found what I was meant to do, and I finally found home.
Geoff was the person I credit with pointing me in the right place. He never really gave concrete career advice, but he reminded me that I was intelligent, I knew how to do what I wanted to do, and he made me feel as if anything were possible if I tried.
"You'll be fine, love," he'd say. He kept saying that even when I went back to Cardiff for the degree conferral and I was truly lost and miserable.
He died in November 2003. I miss him.
It seems strange to go abroad for a master's degree -- especially in an age where many journalists skip that step -- but it was absolutely worth it for me.
