I was born in a small town west of Wichita with approximately 6,000 residents. I grew up knowing everyone and everything about them — good and bad. When I was a senior in high school, it was time to decide where to apply for college. I could have taken the safe route and stayed home, earned my associate degree and then went on to a four-year university. Instead, I realized I needed a change. I decided to attend the University of Kansas in the fall (a daring choice because the majority of my classmates committed to attend Kansas State University).
My first week at KU was rough. I only knew five people out of the 24,000 students attending. My friends and family from home encouraged me to break out of my shy personality and engage in conversations with anyone and everyone. (After all, they are in a new environment too!) Eventually I knew the majority of people in my dorm, classes and sorority. These connections helped lead me to a new passion, journalism. I took an interest in what my friends were studying and changed my major because of it.
That passion has led me to where I am now. Dallas felt close to home but far enough for me to feel independent. I packed my belongings and made the leap from Kansas to Dallas in May, and I couldn’t be happier with my decision. After I put a deposit on an apartment, I received a call from MWW offering me a position as an Associate. Everything felt right and worked together. The city atmosphere was overwhelming at first, but since I’ve moved I made new friends, tried different foods and learned about cultures other than the one I grew up in.
I moved from a small town, to a large university, and now I live in a city with 1.2 million other people. It’s not always easy to leave your hometown, but if you take a chance you never know where you’ll end up.