Northfield, we’ve reached the hand off. The Representative Journalism Project has come to another turning point after eight months. Now, instead of reading the work of a transplanted, temporary journalist (me) you could soon have the opportunity to support the area’s indigenous writers. Those writers, sponsored by the public, would produce news material that could appear across a range of local media, including LocallyGrownNorthfield.org. (More about that coming soon).
As the Representative Journalism Project collaborators have been hashing out the details of that new evolution, I came to the conclusion this month that perhaps one of the best things I could do to ensure the success of our latest ideas would be to step out of the way, instead of remaining until my work contract expired in July.
Now, the funds that would have paid my wage may be reinvested in jump-starting the project’s new efforts. Meanwhile, I am looking forward to immersing myself in a work environment that tethers me to computers less and fosters my desire to write about travel and adventure more.
The most difficult part of this transition is leaving our Northfield friends and neighbors. My fiance and I have hardly experienced a community that could equal Northfield in its warmth and kindness, as well as in its rambunctious spirit. Within hours of our arrival into this city, the people that were to become our good friends provided us with every essential. One person even scoured her neighborhood curbs to find us the perfect love seat to cram into our snug studio…
If I began to recount every kindness of every Northfield friend, this post would be exceptionally lengthy. I would love to thank everyone in person, however, and I invite everyone to come to the Contented Cow Pub tomorrow (Friday) beginning at 5:30 to enjoy a farewell gathering. I’ll be singing some songs with the New Moon Trio, dedicating each one to the people that we wish we didn’t have to leave behind.