I walked by my university campus the day before yesterday. The one where I did my masters program. It was hard to imagine that it has already been three years since I finished it.
In that time, the place’s memory of me has been replaced by other students embarking on their own academic endeavours, planning their futures, determining their paths (or at least what they think their paths may be).
It’s funny to think how much has happened since then, too. I’ve moved once again to another city, I’ve made a significant change in my career path, and I’m waiting to see where it all takes me.