It’s 6:00 am. The Bainbidge Island ferry terminal is lined with people waiting to board the ferry. A small crowd of people walk in the opposite direction of this line. It’s a hallway full of tired eyes, footsteps, and soft chatter.
This was my life for four years. It remain such a vivid memory that when I close my eyes I can still see and hear every detail..
As a ferry commuter, my life was different than so many of my peers. It was an experience that shaped my future.