Amy
There were thirty days until graduation.
An entire month.
Which sounded like a long time.
Until it didn't.
Until every conversation somehow included the future.
Until every email seemed to contain words like next steps and opportunities.
Until every person I knew suddenly became deeply invested in what came after.
Including me.
Especially me.
I stared at my laptop.
The cursor blinking patiently.
Waiting for me to finish an application.
Waiting for me to make decisions.
Waiting for me to become an adult.
Which felt a little unfair.
Because I still occasionally ate cereal for dinner.
A knock sounded against my desk.
I looked up.
Jordan stood there.
Holding a granola bar.
"Thought you forgot lunch."
I accepted it.
"You're surprisingly helpful for someone so annoying
