Where has time gone?

It's always so weird when you think of a random memory and then consider how long it has been since you thought that memory. It's so scary to think that I am going to graduate next year and as cliche as it sounds I remember moving in to this place like it was yesterday. I hate it when I find myself wishing away days and nights just so I can get to a certain time in my life in which I will probably be wishing away those days and nights so I can get to the next phase. Time is so important but it is the thing that I take for granted most. Can you relate?

H.F.