walking down somerset, a song came on which i have listened to in ottawa far too often to not be ironic—i watched the 11 pull away and made my peace with summer's departure.
this week i'm out of here and i hope not to return for some time. my life has moved with me regardless of any promise of work to hold myself over.
i would hate to see myself like dan campbell. i refuse to stay anchored here, even though i've found some way to feel nostalgic for a year i hated. this week i say goodbye.
and i'll also say—the best years may still be ahead of me
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