Five days in upstate New York for a graduation exactly one year after my own. I'm sitting at my bay window in mom jeans and a torn IHEARTNY tee, drinking coffee and watching the rain. One year ago, this would have been depressing. But I get it now. Things happen. Graduation happens. But it wasn't a moment in which I was young on one side, then suddenly old on the other. Anyways, I wish plan rides were really tequila flights.