29. friendship - by kalos - half sugar, light ice

It is graduation season! A fact I’ve been made aware of by the flood of cap and gown photos on my Instagram feed as of late, and — in the grand tradition of making everything about me — it’s reminded me that it’s been about a year since my own college graduation. I remember, in those waning days of my senior year, being worried about a lot of things: whether I would feel fulfilled without the hoops and ladders of school as extrinsic motivators, how I would adjust to moving to and living in a different country, whether I would ever again taste the heavenly crunch of Honeycomb Creamery’s Salted Caramel Crackle. Most of all, I was worried about what would happen to my friendships. The night of graduation, I remember sitting in a hallway common room on the fourth floor of Dunster, surrounded by a dozen or so people holding clear plastic cups swiped from the dining hall, filled with the dregs of whatever bottles and mixers had built up in our dorm fridges over the semester. It was, in some

It is graduation season! A fact I’ve been made aware of by the flood of cap and gown photos on my Instagram feed as of late, and — in the grand tradition of making everything about me — it’s reminded me that it’s been about a year since my own college graduation. I remember, in those waning days of my senior year, being worried about a lot of things: whether I would feel fulfilled without the hoops and ladders of school as extrinsic motivators, how I would adjust to moving to and living in a different country, whether I would ever again taste the heavenly crunch of Honeycomb Creamery’s Salted