Where are you going?
Where do you go

it's burning yellow red and gold.
i'm all decked out in blue.
shuffle feet through the brown carpet
a crunch, a sigh escaping beneath each step

i wondered where i was heading today.
the sun was out, the colours of autumn were streaming through every tree
and the path was beautifully, carelessly strewn with leaves
but as much as the beauty of vancouver was sung out today,
i don't feel like this is going to be home forever

in two years i'm graduating.
i don't know if i'll ever get a job here or what i'm going to do for a profession.
vancouver seems like such a transient place.
the question of "where are you from" is so pertinent here because if anything, this place consists of a huge international community (migrated or just visiting); or its other residents are from another part of canada (be it a different town in B.C. or an entirely different province.)

this could possibly just be reflective of ubc only.

but my home here is connected to the international community. when they graduate and leave. when they move on,
will it still be home?


does my heart belong in singapore then?
i am definitely a singaporean girl at heart.

but truthfully the thrill of working overseas, maybe not in vancouver
does entice me.
and i wonder.

But I do know one thing
Where [Y]ou are is where I belong
dmb-- where are you going
with a bit of artistic license on the caps.