Los Angeles’s program has been, if anything, a wake-up call. It was a needed yank on the rug, which lay underneath me, and a harrowing look at where I am fulfilled. Pragmatically, it is not in this city, though how would I have known that without coming here? It has been – needless to say – a formative past few months in the city of angels, and the takeaways are the incidentals; checking off boxes of areas that do not fulfill me. And that’s important. Edison did always say he found 1 way to make a light bulb and 1000 ways to not make one. I’ve been given this glorious opportunity to test the water before diving in, and affirmations of what is/is not out here for me has been more than productive. Telling, in a word. I leave LA with a more grounded sense of understanding for where my interests lie. Perhaps more importantly, I understand that a linear path laid out and ascribed for you – as this program can feel at times for me – does not mean that it has to be a mold fit for everyone. In discussions with my professors, mainly my capstone advisor, the vulnerability of being honest about where I would ‘like to go next’ if that’s not too cheeky to say, is in news. Bolstered with an understanding of the media landscape, I feel reassured that though I may not be back to LA anytime soon, that does not assume it was not worth it.