So...
My graduation invitations arrived today. There it was, this innocuous little box sitting at my door when I got back this afternoon. It's a dangerous box because it threatens this bubble that I've built around myself in which graduation/the future isn't imminent. I've ignored it so far because if I acknowledge it, it makes it real. Not that it's any less real. It's everywhere I look. But for now, I'll keep it contained in that little box on my floor.