Gemotions

He stared at the email, a goofy smile spreading across his face. The words blended together in a stream of polite regret, but the underlying message was crystal clear: no scholarship.

He felt a buzz of excitement. The relief, the lightness, was overwhelming.

He’d always wanted to travel, but he had felt duty-bound to chase the scholarship. Now, that obligation had dissolved.

He grabbed his worn backpack from the closet. The world was his oyster.

He opened up a map and began tracing potential routes with his finger, a grin plastered on his face.