It was a startling plot twist when Brent found himself enjoying life in Canada. When I began my second year here in September, there was only one other place that I could imagine to be worse than Canada; that proprietor of pride, that great temple to consumerism, the emissary of global domination, and the holy headquarters of Twinkies—America. But now as my time here comes to an end it would seem that the people around me have somehow managed to creep their way into my heart, and I will miss them. I feel like I’ve said far too many goodbyes in my time, and I have, and now I will again. The most difficult part of goodbyes is being willing to say hello again, knowing that it will be closely followed by another goodbye. Slowly good friends will turn from faces into electronic symbols displayed crudely on a computer monitor until correspondence ceases, and I realize that I don’t even know the person I’m emailing anymore. I have been called a critic and a cynic, but there is little romance in farewells and much to dwell on; it is difficult to keep from becoming a victim of experience.
I have always thought that there are three things that are fundamentally wrong with our human existence: death, disease, and farewells. All seem necessary and unavoidable, yet inhuman in essence. In a perfect world or perhaps in heaven there will be none of these—I will look forward to the day.
So this goes out to you my Abbotsford, Chilliwack, Langley, and Vancouver friends.
GOD SAVE THE QUEEN!
I will miss you.
So what, ask you, could possibly be next for a nomad such as myself? Two words: Washing-ton. You may have heard of it. I will be going to a very prestigious community college near my parents place in/near Tacoma where I hope to do some gen-ed before hopping on the University wagon. This will be my first time living in America since 7th grade—and I don’t know how I feel about it. But I have a ski pass and skis—life should be good.
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I know very much what you mean. It's hard to let more people in when you know it will just make the goodbyes harder in all too short a time. I'm glad to hear things are moving forward though, and I still think you should most definetly consider finishing your final years of University at this particular edifice of higher learning.
You're awfully fun to have around.
good to see you still listen to my advice. i'm in the goodbye stage too, and everything worth saying about THAT has already been said and is pretty much understood in present company anyways.
i shall choose to ignore your insults and instead feel sorry for you that you are moving to washington. good luck.
God save the queen. indeed.
its not an insult though, because its true! sometimes the truth hurts man...
i didn't come to school on thursday. i hate snow. OH well...i'll just have to come to washington to go for coffee
then next year after you finish Gen Ed.s... two word: Whea-Ton!
when do you get to the states and what will your number of residence be? Then I can contact you pronto once you are in... lest I become just another face on a blipping screen.
I wanna talk to you man.
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