Graduation...

Tomorrow signifies an end to the past four-year phase of my life. I will graduate with a B.Sc. Chemistry and continue my journey. A few days ago, driving back to my Rez room in King's, I realized that would be one of the last times I see King's from a distance and feel like I'm coming home. I will probably come back to say hello to a few people, but King's will never be my home again. Everything will be different. New building will have been constructed. Some nerd will be living in my room. Someone will be messing up my chemistry labs. Gradually, staff and faculty will be replaced by new staff and faculty. Starting with the president. My locker won't contain my lab coat and pocket protector containing my liquid sharpie with rubberized grip. Someone will be in my parking stall. Someone will be taking mail out of my mail box. Someone else will spend the early hours of the morning in my study room. Someone will wake up in my bed.

This week I have said goodbye to many people. I don't know which ones I will see again, or how close we will be when we do finally see eachother again. Maybe some could care less if they ever see me again. Maybe I could care less if I ever see some of them again. Why don't I let myself cry?

I am a traveller. Where have I been? Where am I going? Where will I rest? Where is home? I don't know.