Gemotions

Sarah practically bounced on the balls of her feet as she power-walked across the quad. The email, with its official university letterhead, had been a godsend. Professor Davies, the bane of her academic existence, was moving on! She felt a lightness in her chest, like all the lead weights she'd been carrying around since she started her PhD were suddenly gone. Her smile was practically splitting her face. She stopped to grab a coffee, adding an extra shot of espresso to celebrate. This called for a party—a small, personal, ecstatic celebration of freedom.