Time.

It's CRAZY to think that it has been a year since this phlog ("ph"ake blog--since I just am really, really so bad at updating it) was created.

Tomorrow I'm off to Saratoga for graduation with some of my favorite 1-year alums and soon-to-be alums, and it's just weird. It doesn't feel the same, it really does feel like Time has finally shown up and waved hello and goodbye (perhaps at the same time).

So really maybe I will try to promise to update this more, now that I have zero GRE to worry about, zero visits for a few months, and a new cast of characters to look forward to in a few weeks.

I think one of the weirdest things about going back for graduation is that I keep looking at noaa.gov (my favorite weather website, thank you, Dr. Rumpp from 8th grade science. Yup, Rumpp. With two p's), and realizing that I don't remember what it's like to have a low of 50. I'm worried I'm going to be cold and wimpy and not myself--I packed my fleece, and I had to dig it out of the recesses of my closet.

I'm not saying that it's always sunny in Philadelphia (Mississippi, not Pennsylvania), but it's warm. It's 70, not 52, and not raining. I used to miss the rain and the chill, and I'm worried I won't miss it anymore. Well. We'll just have to see.

So, here's to another year, another graduating class, another weekend with some of my favorites, another time when leaving from the Albany airport will be sad and cold but happy and warm at the same time. Another year, more time.

Love,
Claire