In the scheme of a lifetime, maybe it’d be a small thing. It should be a small thing. In a lifetime, there’d be other triumphs, other regrets, other inevitabilities. My parents aging and dying, career pitfalls and upswings. That moment in the chapter room tonight should’ve been a blip, but it felt huge. And as I walked across the quad back home, I felt as much exhilaration as I did a weird sense of calm. And I really fucking wanted to see Eric.
