Sunday, September 24, 2017

14.09.15

"I left Canada exactly a year ago, with the sadness of bidding farewell and the determination to again set my foot on the land of maple syrup as soon as possible. 

Time does fly too fast and my last year self would not be able to imagine anything that my current self is doing now. Instead of chasing after opportunities to study in Canada, I chose to reject the only offer that led my way back and stayed. I took up a full-time job as an office worker and several part-time jobs alongside to earn some extra pocket money and saved up for my plan as a wanderer. 

I do not know whether my desire to go back to Canada last year has died off or not, seeing myself so strikingly different from the kid last year. But on a busy day at work, sometimes I still blank out and think to myself "wouldn't it be nice if I had an Iced Capp from Tim Hortons immediately". My head automatically brings me to the part of my brain that keeps my stories of Canada when I feel down. Sunlight filtering through red maple leaves. The sugary donuts I bought for a buck each every afternoon. A chilly morning sitting still on a canoe while listening to Random Access Memories. All the nights travelling by bus to the tour location till eventually breaking out in tears while seeing the real childhood heroes performing on stage. Needless to say, Canada was the most beautiful and most wonderous place of my early 20s; and the memories I got there were filled with all the purest emotions of a young adult/old teenager living in a home away from home for the very first time. 

Now I have planned too many destinations for my future that Canada is not prioritized anymore, I admit. But wherever life takes me to, I am glad that I will always be able to carry the luggage filled with my happiest memories in Canada. And one day, I will eventually walk on the streets of Waterloo again while sipping coffee from a Timmies cup...meh, the image is terrible. But you get the idea."

Monday, September 18, 2017