But I must bid adieu, just as many journalists are doing across the country. Tough economic times mean newspapers can’t always exist in their typical format. Community newspapers are no exception. I know the decisions that were made weren’t made easily, nor haphazardly. The way news operates is changing -- we heard all about it in college. I was told more than once to drop journalism and go into something more fruitful, something with a more stable future. But I didn’t. News is my passion, and it always will be. Newsprint doesn’t fade from your blood in an instant, I suppose. I’m only 23, but I don’t see gathering and reporting the news -- the news that matters -- leaving my life any time soon.
It’s a tough time to be the news. The industry is going to continue to evolve, and the way news is delivered isn’t going to be the same as it was five years ago. But the people, they’re going to be the same -- the same newsmen and women with a thirst for community news. I have no idea where the news industry is heading -- I would need a crystal ball to decipher that. I hope newspapers are around in five, 10, even 20 years. I hope my kids can have the same tradition of reading the Sunday morning paper with their parent as I did with my dad. But we’ll never know what the future of news is, until it’s happening. We won’t know until the boss decides the paper is in a rut and something has to change. And those changes hurt, but they’re understandable.
I don’t know where I’ll end up. But I know I’m thankful for all that you, the people in the communities, have provided me. I know I’m a better person because of all you’ve taught me about Central New York.
Amanda Seef can be reached at email@example.com.