WTVJ was the dominant station in Miami television; I grew up watching it. And I was incredibly lucky to work there, both in the news department and for a wonderful magazine show called Montage.
Every day was an adventure— in front of the camera or behind the scenes.
I learned so much. I loved every minute.
Apparently everyone else has the same fond memories of Channel 4 in the old days. People are coming in from all over the country this weekend for a reunion.
I scan down the list of people attending; so many names, so many stories, so many memories—representing a huge chunk of my own history. After starting as an intern, knowing absolutely nothing about the industry, I lived and breathed television for years; WTVJ was like my home.
John, my news producer, was even responsible for me going on a date one night, which led to my marriage and move to California.
Since I left, I haven’t been in touch with many people. So I couldn’t wait to get back and reconnect with friends and colleagues who had been such an important part of my life.
Only I won’t be there.
Due to family complexities that could not be rearranged, I realized a few weeks ago that I would have to stay in California. I’m really disappointed, and I’ve been feeling kind of sorry for myself to miss an event like this that won’t come around again. It’s just one of those things that happen, when timing and the universe line up aganst you.
At least I’ll get my own little reunion— Daniel is coming home for spring break tomorrow with a couple of friends.
So I will send love—long distance—to my WTVJ family. And a piece of my heart will be in Miami with them. But nothing means more to me than being a mom. Once Daniel is home, I’m sure my heart will be as full as it can possibly be.