Returning from wonderland

A few days have passed since our airplanes flew from one coast to another. We don’t have metro passes in our pockets or hotel keys in our wallets. We aren’t getting lost in the concrete jungle in between agency visits and we won’t stop at the seemingly endless amount of hot dog stands. We aren’t sitting in the mezzanine of the hotel with jazz music softly playing in the background. We have reached our top and we’re waiting for the subway doors to open.

We are the end of the journey.
Or are we?

As the doors slide open and we flood our into the streets, we are off for bigger and better adventures. Some will go to internships, others will prep for another year or school, and others don’t know what the future will hold.

Regardless of where our path leads, the city with the bright lights and the infinite creative buzz has left a mark on all of us. 

Amelia Inouye /// 5/16/17