Amy
Thirty-eight days.
That was how long remained until graduation.
Thirty-eight days until the version of my life I'd spent years working toward finally arrived.
The number should have excited me.
Instead...
It made everything feel temporary.
Every class.
Every shift at Willow & Bean.
Every day at Crane & Rogers.
Even the conversations that had somehow become the best part of my day.
Especially those.
Wednesday morning began with rain.
Again.
At this point Detroit seemed personally committed to keeping the city wet.
I stood outside Crane & Rogers with an umbrella and coffee.
Watching droplets bounce off the pavement.
Watching employees hurry inside.
Watching life move forward.
The same question lingered in my mind.
What happens after graduation?
Not just career-wise.
