When one door closes…

Today was my last day at 24 Hours.

The two weeks flew by, and I really can’t believe it’s over already.

I spent my last day on the job at St. Paul’s Hospital in Vancouver, where Dal Richards (as Santa-for-a-day) handed out blankets and teddy bears to newborn babies. (This is the second time this month that I’ve chatted with the local jazz icon.)

It was a fairly slow day, and the last day the paper will be in production for until Jan. 3.

When one door closes, another one opens. Or at least a window opens.

Who knows what this experience will lead to. All I know is that it was a great decision to intern because I really got to put the skills I learned to the test, and practice journalism in the real world. And even though my “real” break is just starting, I’m excited for my second semester to start.

But in the meantime, I am going to focus on Christmas and turkey and gifts and family. I will catch up on some sleep, and try to read something that isn’t news-related.

Merry Christmas!

@HayleyWoodin