time or change or something lilke that...i can't think of a title

Time boggles me. Many times recently i've been amazed at where i am. how did i get here? what i am doing? a year ago, i would have never guessed i would be where i am right now. so where will i be a year from now?
Saturday night i was walking home from a strange new job that came out of nowhere, ran me off my feet and left me walking through a rather dodgey neighbourhood at twelve thirty at night. No i have not entered the sex trade. I felt like i might as well have, at least i would have been paid better for working so hard.
That's not the story i wanted to tell.
As i was walking home, passing dubious alleys and cowering under a luckily found umbrella, i was thinking how i used to walk home tired and in the dark some years ago. It was only four years ago. It feels like forever ago. Concrete sidewalks have replaced muddy, root entangled paths. A crowded b-line careening down broadway, packed like a piece of meat for fourty minutes has replaced a twenty minute boatride, whether calm or rough, with only the loud and constant noise of the motor. A crusty back alley and a small patch of grass has replaced a mountain and ocean front view. It was already four years ago. It feels like yesterday.
The first eighteen years of my life where pretty constant. stable. familiar. The move seems to have started a whirlwind of change, like dominos maybe. And it only seems to be picking up the pace.
It's tiring sometimes. But it's not all bad. Definately some of the most wonderful things have come along in all this . I'm just saying that right now i'm tired.