Graduating has always been about more than flinging a cap and picking up a scroll. When I finished my master’s degree in January, it felt like the first time in years that I had to – was able to – stand back and take stock. What did I want to do? Where did I want to go? For many, it’s the first time in your life that you’re properly in the driving seat, and (pans, duvets and a plant-sale cactus…