The Closing of a Chapter

Growing up, I met a few students who were well travelled. I always thought how cool it was, to be moving from city to city, country to country. But they never really seemed to like it. They wanted a place to call home.

I didn’t know what that meant. You see, I was born and raised in Canada. The only house I ever lived in growing up is still the same house my parents live in. I didn’t know the world outside of my neighbourhood until grade 9, when I had to take the bus to school.

Even then, my geography was limited to that 2km radius.

And one day, everything changed.

Well not really. I don’t think things change that quickly unless you’re watching a movie.

Or unless you moved out and lived in a new city.

That’s what happened when I went to university.

Waterloo was all I knew then. A medium sized block that contained countless brick buildings, stressed out kids, and a Tim Hortons at the student life centre.

Well, I eventually learned a bit more about the university. I knew what bus took me to the mall and what restaurants were at the plaza.

I didn’t think I’d learn anything else about that city.

I was wrong.

I eventually learned to navigate Laurier’s campus. I learned about the infamous Phils. I learned about uptown, about the farmers market, about Grand River Rocks.

I then learned about Communitech. About the struggles of getting up at 6 to bus to the start up breakfasts. About the positive vibe that existed among the techies.

I also learned the realities of living with someone. The pros. The cons. Unfortunately, I didn’t learn how to make it work.

I learned what it golden handcuffs were (well, mine were like aluminum). I learned what it meant to be an entrepreneur (to a certain extent). I learned first hand, the difference between a start up and an established company.

I saw homes torn down. I saw condos go up. I saw countless buildings go up at Waterloo, and one at Laurier.

I owned my first property. I owned my first car. And I started to own my life.

I had my happiest moments. I had my saddest moments. I had my longest moments.

I made new friends in the sauna. New friends at meetups. New friends rock climbing.

I made a lot of memories over the last 9 years.

Maybe I will make more in the future.

But for now, it’s goodbye.

Thank you for watching me grow from an 18 year old boy to a 27 year old boy. Yes, some things will never change.

Thank you for introducing me to so many people.

Thank you for introducing me to so many experiences.

Thank you for the memories.

I’ll see you around, KW.

I’m proud to have called you home.

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