My longing to belong and learned ability to swiftly claim home has always had me experience strong detachment blues come time to say goodbye.
My geese, foxes, deer. My groundhogs, squirrels and ladybugs. My birds all of red, blue, white, orange, yellow, brown and grey. My fireflies, frogs, snails and fish. Even my bees, flies and spiders. My rocks, stream, grass and trees. My buildings for study and sleep. You will be missed, dearly.
As I leave I’m thinking how my diary accounts memories only in waves of smiles and sorrows – my highs and lows. But, in Waterloo is where the dailiness of my student life, will forever be preserved.
Ithink 