Where Did The Time Go?

I'm writing this at my parents house back in the bedroom I grew up in. I stayed in this small room until I was about 15, then I moved in the basement until I was 21 to then move out on my own. They've since renovated the basement for my sister who couldn't wait to move in.

When I look around this old room of mine, I can still picture the posters on the walls, playing with the cat or playing Golden Eye on the N64 with my dad. What happened after that is pretty much a big blur-a chain of events that brought me back where it all started.
I've had many rooms since but none felt quite like home. They were just spaces in a house that I would fill while attempting to make a name for myself in the business world.

Where did the time go?

I heard a leadership cd today about how life tend to just drift off when you don't thrive for a big goal. He said that one day you wake up wondering where the last 5 years have gone-you're never really sure since nothing was planned.

That's a bit how I feel right now, will I wake up in another 5 years wondering where the time as gone again?