So long, farewell

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By McKenna Dosier
Summer Intern

If you recall, in my first column I talked about finding a new radio station and how I had been unsuccessful. Well, I finally did find new radio stations and now it's time to change my radio presets back.
Eight weeks ago, I wasn't even thinking about today. I wasn't thinking about packing and loading all of my stuff, half of which I didn't even need, and driving back to Kenton County. I wasn't thinking about it, I didn't want to think about it. And now I don't want to do it.
It snuck up on me all too fast. This is it, my last day as your summer intern in Lebanon, Kentucky.
I started dreading this day a few weeks ago, when I realized I didn't have very much time left. Where did it all go? I feel like the rug was ripped out from under me and I fell down the rabbit hole to end up back in Northern Kentucky.
Many of my peers at Murray State interned in New York City. Lots of them have big dreams of working for large papers, covering presidential elections and government scandals, but not me. The newspaper staff at Murray jokes with me about how I want to stay in a small town and write about agriculture, but honestly, I've never been happier.
I want to take this chance and tell every single person here thank you for letting me do just that. Thank you for welcoming me into your community, being so kind and so much fun. I can honestly say every single soul I met here was nicer than I ever hoped.
Thank you to the many people that set aside time for me to interview them and welcomed me into their homes to share their stories with me. It will be impossible to forget anyone of you, not that I'd ever want to.
Thank you to the phenomenal people at the Enterprise, who searched tirelessly for a place for me and my horse to live, gave me suggestions for things to do, introduced me to people and made me laugh every day.
Thank you to my amazing roommate who opened up her home for me to live in so I wouldn't have to sleep in my car. I can say I went home after work, not just to the place I was staying.
Thank you to the friends I've made here. I wasn't sure I would make any but they have been invaluable, taking me on many adventures and giving me countless moments of laughter. I can't wait to come back for more.
Thank you to the whole town for reminding me that it is okay to look up people in the phone book and just call them. If I did that at college I would definitely get hung up on.
Thank you for reading my articles, always having a kind word to say about them and for stopping me to say "Hey, are you the Enterprise intern?" and introducing yourselves to me.
Thank you for letting me call Lebanon home for the past eight weeks. Giving me the chance to live here and write about what matters to you all, affirming in me that this is what I want to make a career out of, has been an amazing gift.
I'm sure this column is a mess because I'm writing it with tears in my eyes, because as sappy as it sounds I truly don't want to leave. This town feels more like home than I ever thought it would. I've enjoyed my time here and met more interesting people than any of my friends in New York City, I'm sure of that.
This isn't goodbye, I'm also sure of that. I've fallen more in love with this town and the people here than I thought, so you won't be able to keep me away. I'm looking forward to weekend visits and Ham Days.
I tried to think of a favorite memory to talk about but I couldn't pick just one. I feel like I've done so much but so little in my time here. I kept telling myself I had more time, I had more time, but I'm all out of time. For now.