Keira
I read the email four times before I let myself fully absorb what it actually said, the offer laid out in careful, professional language, a starting salary that made my chest tighten with disbelief, a start date six weeks after graduation, a position that represented everything I'd worked toward since declaring my major freshman year.
I didn't tell anyone right away. I sat with it alone for a full day, letting the reality of the decision settle before I brought it to the six of them, wanting to be certain of my own feelings before I let their reactions shape mine.
By the time I finally gathered them together, two days later, I'd cried twice, made three separate pro-and-con lists, and called my mother for advice she'd wisely refused to give directly.
"I got the offer," I said, onc
