The campus is becoming a ghosttown every day. Many people are leaving, the parking lot decreases its occupants every hour, and the snow is falling, the wind is blowing, and the winter is in full blast.
This setting makes me pensive, without the worries of my academics, or rather, partly, not totally without.
The concept of time has been bugging me for a while now. It has been the topic of one of my papers for a class this past semester, and it is the topic of my upcoming qualifying paper.
So I guess the concept just rubbed off on me, and my pensiveness brought me to thinking about my life so far, and how time found me in different settings.
Life is indeed unpredictable.
When I was in elementary school, I wanted to be a writer.
When I was in high school, I wanted to be a composer, and I even started writing music on my own, learning by myself musical theories.
When I was in college, I wanted to be a linguist.
I still want to be one.
When I was in elementary school, I was in Honolulu and later, in Manila.
When I was in high school, I was in Manila, then to Osaka, then to Guam.
When I was in college, I was in Manila, again.
Now in graduate school, I am in Buffalo.
Where would I find myself when I become a faculty member? Or a researcher?
This coming summer, when I finally fly to cross the Atlantic, whether my destination is Vienna or Prague, I don't know yet, but it would be the time that I finally fly around the world. I have crossed the Pacific, I have flown over the bulk of Asia into Europe, the only segment left is the crossing of the Atlantic. Hopefully that happens this summer.
And then I reflect, that there are millions of people that don't even imagine leaving their hometown. They just are not fortunate enough. I have friends back in Manila who never even left the boundaries of the country. And here I am, 9,000 miles away from them.
I never would have found myself here without their help.
So from the bottom of my heart, I say "Thank You."