I never thought I’d be writing a goodbye to The Alligator.
Everything — good and bad — comes to an end. My relationship with this paper was messy. It chewed me up and spat me out. It built me up and broke me down. And honestly, it’ll take time before I can fully process what this place meant to me.
There were some incredible moments: Seeing my name in print for the first time, getting to travel all around the country and the chaotic, but memorable, print nights…