Abby took this picture last year shortly before our English department graduation began. I laughed the first time I saw it because of the honesty in my face. It was one of the more frightening days of my life and a camera captured it. I was riddled with angst and nausea for much of the morning and afternoon.
Even though it's been a year, I'm in the same place I was when the photo was taken. I'm close to graduating again and am uncertain of what comes next. It hit me today when I turned in my final portfolio how close the end really is. The hardest part is trusting that something will work out because something always does.