My last niche on the Internet was a dedicated routine I kept up in until 2003. The fruit of my labor was a small, humor-filled and heartfelt website that I typed at manually for hours and hours on end in Notepad.

Maybe it was not too dissimilar to a chimpanzee banging away at a type writer and eventually recreating Shakespeare - except it was a twelve-year-old boldy tackling Photoshop and HTML, and without inhibition or fear.

But desire and interest faded overtime, and my old niche is now caked in dust from the passing years. I still look back at it fondly, and recall myself during a different time. Even the Internet seemed completely different back then. Well, put simply - the both of us were younger.

Ten years from that first beginning, I find myself a webmaster again. It feels like a homecoming, but the kind that's the same as picking up the drawing pencil after a decade. The feel of the drawing pencil is almost alien in my hand. I wonder who changed most: me or the Internet?

Curious thoughts and memories aside, this is the start of a new adventure. I can only hope that it's as wonderful and expansive as my first.