So the day after Christmas—remember that? The day that we got locked out of our apartment and waited for an hour for the landlord in the freezing cold. The day that we went to the DMV and finally updated my driver's license after many failed attempts. The day that we went to the new Museum of Natural History for my mom's birthday. Yes, that day. Well here are the fruits of that day delivered in an envelope: my brand new Mrs. Lynch license. How crazy different do I look from my 16-year-old self? (I promise my handwriting is better than that; I also know that there is an 'e' at the end of my name… obviously).