Sorry kids. There is no Muffin Man on Drury Lane.

It seems like only yesterday when I was getting on a plane to leave the continent for the first time. It was three years ago. Now there's a week until I leave for Europe. It's as though no time has passed since I sprained my ankle in pre-school, but here I am, almost halfway through high school. It feels like I just joined buzznet to make the popups telling me to join go away, even though that was exactly one year ago. Interests change. Friends drift apart. Ambitions are born and die. Things happen. Life happens. Why must the world go into hyperspeed?