That time o' Year

I was walking to school on Tuesday and crossed the path of four young gentlemen. They were all pimply and mid-puberty and... well... frosh. In that instant I was flooded with a myriad of thoughts and memories about those days.

Was it not just yesterday that I was walking from my grandparents house, where I had left my van, towards the University of Calgary for the first time? Was it not just yesterday that I found my way into the Engineering buildings and joined my fellow to-be-engineers in orientation? Was it not just yesterday that I was that mid-pubertyed teen starting to find my way in University?

Heh. Just yesterday, and yet, six years have passed. I remember it all so vividly. People all around me, and threats that at the end of the program only one third of us would remain. It seems like just yesterday that I graduated that program with one third of my peers. Just yesterday.

How can this be?

I have mixed feelings about this lost nostalgia. I feel lost. I feel saddened that it is all behind me, and saddened at the friendships that I built and lost. It is a strange feeling to remember it all in the blink of an eye and to know, that this six year stretch of my life is coming to an end. My university days are numbered, and the friends I had are truly gone.

I suppose I cherish all the more those that I have. All... like... two of them...

Pffft... that's plenty.

Anyways. To all those whose path has crossed with mine and parted. Be well.