Getting older...

I realized over these last few days that I am becoming older. I see people in university and I think that they are so young. I remember when I had that kind of energy. There are many fewer faces that I recognize now on campus. It is time to go, yet I don't want to at the same time. I have 6 years in this place, and many memories that are no longer.

Have you ever thought about the face that each moment that you live, you are potentally creating a memory? Thinking to yourself, "I will want to remember every aspect of this moment for the rest of my life." Rarely you do; but somehow can remember bits and pieces of it if you try. It will never be exact. Ain't it a bitch?

I leave this place in 2 and a half weeks. I'll have have my last moments here in the classroom, teaching grade 4's. After that, I'm hopping in my car (with it already packed), and driving 16 hours home. It is a hasty retreat, but it is the only way I can do it: fast and painless.