I’ve always known I will graduate and there would be a next chapter. I’ve written about it many times—probably too many times. But it’s also been this distant thought, a known that seemed forever far off. My next step never seemed pressing. While I have juggled many ideas of my future, I haven’t had to choose the next exit to take on the road of life. Sure, I’ve adjusted speeds, made maps, and changed the radio station, but I haven’t had to say my destination. I’ve just said I’m going west and thrown out some cities’ names.
“I’m heading to LA,” I’d say one week, and by the end of the week, I’d be saying, “I’m actually going to Santa Fe.” And on Monday? “I’m going to Anchorage!”
Well, that’s no longer the case. Last week I learned of a deadline. My funding expires in June. I graduate in June. The email didn’t say the latter, but that’s what the former means.Read More