When the last recession kicked off, I was lucky enough to have a job. And not just a job. A job in the highly competitive media industry.
It seemed like a dream. I had always wanted to be a reporter. To be earning a salary (even a mediocre one) in the industry in my 20s, when so many others were struggling to find work or being laid off, was an incredible privilege.
I was grateful.
But I wasn’t happy.
I didn’t like the city that I had moved to for the job. I kept going to parties where people asked…
