After recently attending a High School graduation I have found myself reflecting on the past and my own graduation–now one year removed. I think back to what I was feeling last June/July; the fear, excitement, more fear. I was admittedly very nervous about the impending changes that would occur in my life... first and foremost, leaving home and becoming a college student. I hadn't really given these old worries and feelings thought until I recently attended this graduation. It made me realize how much I've changed in the past year and how fast the past year has gone by. I recently read Jasmine Wanga's novel, My Heart and Other Black Holes. The book handles time in relation to happiness and mental health. While in a depressive state, the narrator describes the world as dismal and slow moving, it's only when she's with the one she loves that time seems to speed up. Perhaps this is way the last year has been so seemingly quick. I have found a place I feel love and acceptance. As painfully cheesy as it sounds, I think there is validity in that. I no longer have the looming fear of change hanging over my head, but I still think it's important to look back and remember what that felt like, and what it felt like to come out the other side–to remember that will only help me when it comes time for change again, as it inevitably will.