It's been two years, but Tacoma Girl is back and ready to conquer new lands.
I finished my degree just over a year ago, and spent my time since then trying the handle of "newspaperwoman" on for size.
After a year reporting the news from Idaho, the state of citizen militias, Aryan pride and Larry Craig, I'm ready to tackle something truly foreign: the twenty-somethings of Tacoma.
I may have grown up in lovable T-Town, but that doesn't mean I know anything about what it means to be 23 there. My old friends have moved away, my baby brothers have grown up, and I don't even have a good-to-go pass.
Here's hoping 13 months as an Idahoan gave me a fresh perspective on what it truly means to be a gritty Tacoman.
Thanks www.tacomakids.com
2 comments:
tacoma,...really dont know what it means....i would appreciate knowing
am in paris for very shortwhile
tacoma boy...
motwani 2 thousand 2at yahoo dot com
Hi Halley!
I just finished your blog. I read it from entry one to last in 2 days. It's like a really good book that you just can't put down. So glad you kept such a detailed account of your life in Paris and at Sciences Po. Also, your writing is so great and fun to read!
I am applying to a masters program at Sciences Po for next fall and I really hope I get in! I perhaps may bug you for more Paris-related info if I do end up going there!
Great stuff, thanks again!
Wendy
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