There is something quaint in the atmosphere of change. There is a longing and wanting for something new, and still an unequivocal fear of reform. Innate in us is a daring spirit that hungers for novelty yet there is a conflicting instinct to treasure the status quo lest we are unexpectedly overwhelmed by a paradigm shift. And so, here I find myself stranded in this very confluence of excitement and anxiety. Yet it is clear that amidst this conflict, my feelings can be so aptly surmised in this one word: lost.

I know not if the coming of the end heralds the start of a new beginning that I will embrace more dearly than the present but alas, such endings can never be foretold without it playing itself out. And frankly, I am lost for words so let's just leave this as such. A hanging thought, dangling by a thread, weaved from strings of memories that shalt not be lost.

Still, there is one final ride and I am definitely excited to board the flight (almost literally).