I am just really happy for you. You’re with a great guy, you have a hilarious new animal, your relationship with your mom is a lot better than what I remember, you’re set to graduate on time, and you have a fun job where you can slack (hate you). And I am so proud of you for gathering up the courage to finally do something you’ve wanted for so long. I remember everything...
I will admit that I'm lucky.
But still. It doesn’t feel like enough.