I’m just so excited to start my life, to have a job, to move away from this place, to get married, to have kids, to make lunches in the morning, to write lovey-dovey post-it notes, to paint my house, to clean the kitchen, to manage our finances via spreadsheets, the fold teeny-tiny laundry, to be woken up in the middle of the night by my kid who thinks I’m the bravest, safest thing in the world, to teach kids how to read.