I came across a scrap of my thoughts from years ago just a few weeks back. I was cleaning my room in time for the New Year when I found a print-out of my blog. It was a post I made in Friendster, and as I quit the site years before it folded on its own, I saved all my stuff there and printed it as a sort of physical memory archive. In that piece of paper I wrote about how my life has been changing: how after being used to walking a dozen kilometers to traverse buildings in UP Mindanao I now sit comfortably in a library computer lab, clicking away at a keyboard that sticks, among people I do not know; or else passing the time wandering aimlessly at the mall, drinking coke floats. I was a drifter; I didn’t belong anywhere. And what is interesting now is that I’m coming back to that point in my life. It’s now January 25. In a month’s time, our feasibility study shall be finished in all its hard-bounded glory, one way or the other. In another month, I shall be wearing a toga. And here I am again, drifting, not exactly belonging anywhere, slowly severing my ties to college life in the Ateneo — not the most mature way of leaving behind an era, I know, but what the heck, I like this feeling of finality, of putting this life behind me and starting at square one — and I’m musing all this in the library’s computer lab, in front of a keyboard that no longer sticks, while behind me kids two or three years younger than I am clickety-clack away playing Tetris and games I don’t know how to play; or else while I’m in McDonald’s munching french fries.