April 29, 2010
The teacher was standing by the projector, lit up in red typeface. Her mischievous expressions reminded me of my friend Rachel, who has worked in a Farmington Hills bankruptcy call center for the last five years. Where was I? Traveling. Switching jobs. Falling in and out of love. The moment I found myself succumbing to stability, I'd disappear like water flowing down that creek from my childhood, lined with weeds and the sweet scent of mint and algae. Seems I'm in a quiet pond now, just skipping rocks across the surface, seeing how every experience can potentially foreshadow the next.