My first drive up to Cynthiana was breathtaking. Living in Lexington for three years, I had never truly seen “horse country.” I thought horse country was Lexington. But the drive on US 27 is lush, rolling hills and acres of farm land.
I didn’t know what to expect when I arrived in Cynthiana. Of course, I did my research, found out the history of Cynthiana and read a few Democrats in preparation.
As of this column, I would have driven from Lexington to Cynthiana or vice versa 100 times, and, although it hasn’t lost its beauty, it has become something I have grown used to. What used to be new and shiny has become a little worn and comfortable.
I may even consider myself somewhat of a Kentuckian after this summer.
As most of you know, my first day at The Democrat I got lost on the way to the newsroom.
My second day, I got lost going to the Hilltop Grill (Trust me, it can happen. Especially when Google Maps says to go in the opposite direction.), and later lost to many different landmarks of Cynthiana.
One would be relieved to know that I can safely find my way around town, for the most part.
I have grown many connections in town, and I have truly grown as a journalist from my experiences.
Beginning as a sub-par photographer, I can now operate my DSLR on manual so that I can shoot raw photos while on assignment. That at least grants me the ability to move up to the mediocre level of photography.
And I will never forget to get close to someone when taking a picture because Becky always tells me before I leave the newsroom, “Remember to get reeeeaaallly close! Don’t be afraid.”
I also learned how to report on a vehicle accident, who to talk to in every situation, how to design a news page, how weekly papers differ from dailies, and much more.
I visited a farm and tasted the most delicious tomato (my puppy, Odin, would say the same).
Becky, Robin and Josh have been extremely wonderful (and patient) while working with me and have taught me more than I could have hoped.
Many of you have probably seen me gallivanting around the town with camera, note pad and pen with a huge smile on my face looking optimistic because I have finally realized that I am on the right path to where I am driving/walking to.
Maybe you haven’t seen me or read any of my articles and columns this summer. Either way, thank you. Thank you for accepting me in your community as one of your own for 10 weeks, and I hope that I have made y’all proud to be a part of such a wonderful community.
I remember my first day in the newsroom, nervous as can be, knowing I stuck out like a sore thumb in Cynthiana because no one knew who I was.
Not being the most keen at directions did not make it easier.
After 10 weeks, I feel like I have to pull a “Becky” once and a while by waving out the window of my car because someone I know passed by and waved at me.
However, I did not want to leave without making sure everyone (at least at The Democrat) remembered me.
Becky, Robin, Josh and I have decided that the best way to leave a mark is through a selfie, or an “usie” for group selfie (which is what all the cool kids are calling it these days).
On my last week in Cynthiana, I broke my computer in the office (not literally, it just died), only adding to my remembrance.
I’m happy to announce that I caused just as much chaos leaving town as I did entering it.