I know I'm in the middle of a journey between two places.

But where did the journey start? And more importantly, where the hell am I going?

I find myself in an extended period of transition, walking like a ghost through halls I used to know and care about.

As it turns out, "college" isn't just a place. It is a place, a time, and a group of people.

All that's left now is really the place. There are a few of the same people, but they, like myself, are wandering through the shadows of that past time.

Not that this is a crisis. I knew this was borrowed time - and besides, there was much about my undergrad that I'm happy to let float away with the breeze.

Despite all of this, it still feels strange.

And I want to know where I'm going next.