Departure

In approximately 14 hours, an era of my life will end. One started six years ago when I arrived, an eager young student to the University of Waterloo, curious as to the adventures that awaited me. Then, I was travelling far from all that I had known - friends, family, places, memories - to a new land with new opportunities. Now, I find myself doing much the same again, though ironically, after all my many travels, I find myself a mere stone's throw from where I started.

There were a great many memories here. Beers at the watering hole of the week, foosball with friends, learning exciting new things (and more than a few things I could have done without), travel to faraway lands, the comfort of a stable home for a few years, some women so amazing that no words of mine could adequately describe them (and one I smile at the thought of leaving behind), candy berries, nerf weapons, and late-night civ. In the process, I have discovered that true friendship knows nothing of distance, and in fact, being away has shown me who my friends really are. I truly hope that the trend will continue on the next leg of my journey.

Most of the people that matter have since moved on from these towns, or will soon. So I leave behind only memories, a dying engineering school, and a bunch of trashy locals; and the only one of those three I'd miss, I can bring with me. If I am lucky, others will follow me, or at least end up wherever their life leads them, and be happy for it.

So now, I prepare to power down my lappy, and when next you see a post here, it'll be from a new and different place and life. I hope to hear from you all once I'm there. No excuses! Everyone that matters knows how to find me, any time, and place in the world.

[[ Sorry for the sappy post! The next you hear from me, it'll be back to business as usual. Probably a rant; either about Air Canada or the US Immigration and Naturalization Service, depending on which of the two pisses me off more tomorrow. Cheers, and Happy New Year! ]]