What do you call it when you realize you just cashed out the same lady you spilled your guts out to at your college registrar two years ago? Because it happened today and it was the oddest feeling. I was glad I didn’t just ask her up front about whether she recognized me or not. Leftover baggage, return to sender. I dropped that luggage off a while back, and I felt slightly guilty that I will always associate her with it. I meant to write her a thank you note whenever I felt better, whenever I finally completed everything that I thought would never happen. All I did was give her a receipt and tell her to have a nice day, but you know what, I really meant it.