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.