Feeling Like a Journalist

I finally published my first article in Greece!

And the whole experience of staying up until 1:30am, making edits, collecting all the video and photos, agonizing over the length of the headline (shout out to Mike) was fantastic. It felt like proper journalism – like a miniature newsroom – but with more laughs and more wine.

I’ve already done some amazing things in Greece. I’ve walked in demonstrations with anarchists, listened to a master luthier’s life story, explored a Greek winery and witnessed Mount Olympus from  Thessaloniki’s Old City. And I’ve been doing some decent reporting throughout my time here too, but it took that late night journo jam session – with Carlene, Mike, Danny, Gwen and myself furrowing our brows and laughing our asses off in equal measure – to really pull this experience together for me.

Maybe I’m blowing it out of proportion. Maybe I’m making a mountain out of a mole hill. But for the first time in my career as a journalist, I actually felt like a journalist.

Thanks to Sydne and Gwen for all the fantastic work they did on this story.