All that is missing is National Geographic, August 1992

I have been unable to pinpoint the catalyst. Annual Shedding of Youth Day? New Years Day? Monday?

To date, 2011 feels like a strange year. The year to end an era.

A number of important dates are pencilled (some are engraved) in my calendar. Many of them mark significant transitions. The end of a tumultuous time for a loved one. The end of childhood in my generation of my family. The end of my current career (such a bold term) as I know it. The end of one stage of my academic pursuits.

With no offence to Mayans intended, 2012 seems like it will be a year of beginnings.

2011 is a year of transitions.

I am impatient.

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