From August 2006 to May 2007, it's been a long ride. I find it hard to believe that in just ten months my life has undergone a change as radical as it has, and I wasn't even aware that such a change was possible. From being a proud procrastinator, I've gone to being a reluctant anticipator. From maintaining a facade of cynicism, I've come to keeping one of faith and trust. From a heart of faith and trust, I've morphed into one with a heart nearly full with cynicism. I've gone from actively seeking company to avoiding it on more occasions than otherwise. I've changed from wanting to do something in the world of Finance to doing something in the world of Statistics and Genetics. I've gone from being alone in the middle of company to not noticing the lack of thereof. From sighing at my parents' calls, I've come to appreciating them and looking forward to their calls. I've gone from being guarded about the way I feel about things to being careless with letting people into my feelings.

And in the midst of all this, only one thing hasn't changed. I still don't understand myself.