July 17th marks two milestones for me. The first milestone it marks is my 75th day living in the Crowsnest Pass. I have had the opportunity to meet a great deal of the citizens here in the Pass, from council members, to business owners. I have met fellow journalists, artists and musicians.
I have met group coordinators, event organizers and association establishers. I have met directors, managers and administrators. I met priests, pastors and ministers. I have met the young, and I have met the old.
And, despite, all your differences, backgrounds and job titles, almost all of you have asked me the exact same question.
“So Lindsay, where did you come from?”
My answer, as most of you already know, has been a short one. “I’m from Calgary.”
If you were lucky, I might’ve gone on to say what a big change it has been, or what I like about the Pass, or my recent discoveries around the municipality but for the most part, my answers have been best described as vague.
The second milestone today marks is my 21st birthday.
In honour of my 7671 day on Earth, and my 75th day in the Pass, I am going to tell you all about myself. I am going to give you a proper introduction, so that after this article is realised, my title hopefully will change from “new girl in town” to “girl in town.”
My name is Lindsay Goss, and I was born in Foothills Hospital in Calgary, on one of Calgary’s hottest days of the summer.
I knew I wanted to be a journalist when I was 13, after my grade eight English teacher told me I should find a career in writing. I had my first article published when I was 15, after I had the opportunity to interview a Canadian gospel singer. The article was published in a monthly magazine called The Carillon, a publication primarily distributed to the Roman Catholic Diocese of Calgary.
I started at SAIT Polytechnic in the fall of 2010, and my first class was photojournalism. I remember sending my sister an angry email immediately after that class expressing my rage at the requirement to take photojournalism. Back then, I highly disliked photography and I was about as useless with a camera as The Edmonton Oilers are with a hockey puck.
But, in due time, the art of photography grew on me and the camera became a good friend of mine.
It was halfway through the first year of my journalism program that I discovered my love for politics, more specifically, my love for political debate.
I often sat down with one of my instructors who was a former political journalist for the Calgary Herald.