Ten Years, Who knew?

Sometimes, I get nostalgic for my younger wisdom. And in those moments, I go looking for answers in my own older writings (oh, come on, allow me my occasional, somewhat narcissistic indulgences).

While doing that a few moment ago, I realized that I've been pouring my heart out to the interwebs for ten years to the date (well, give one day).

Ten years.
Phew. A whole decade.
This means, I've known some of my dearest friends for a decade (where - in a move that brings me closer to reading tarot for a living, yeah, C? - I give thanks to the universe.)

My first post was about how much I disliked the college I was in.
Strike that. It was actually a somewhat childish commemoration of a fun moment amidst the usual dreariness of the place.

A lot has changed since that post.
But, it turns out, that on one front, I'm re-visiting old ghosts, transformed my time.
I'm still in school (okay, I call college, "school" now). And I find myself feeling surprisingly the same way about where I am.
Shrug.
We'll see. We'll see.