This is a present that was made for me my first year at my job.
It is a coaster. The student, now long gone and grown up, made it in art class.
It came in a set.
I was supposed to go back today. I drove past a school. There were cars. I kept driving.
I have another job now. I have my own schooling now. I have a future that will never return to the old present.
I would say past, but it's only been seventy days, and my brain and my heart still has not been able to be convinced that I'm not going to return.
I have dreams about it. I have guilt about it.
But in the last seventy days, look what I've done. Look how I've grown. See how much I've accomplished.
I don't know what's ahead, but it's going to be different than what was before.
Now onto finishing that long residency response that's due.