When I hugged her goodbye three years ago I knew I'd see her again.
She was roommates in residence with Gill, my roommate. I met the two of them in our news reporting class; together we barred our teeth and guarded our hearts during the class as our instructor enjoyed the taste of first-year's fear.
But today, this time around we could be at ease while we spent our time together. It was our reading week break.
Her boyfriend and our lovely friend, Morgan blew into town by train from Ottawa and flew out over the haze of morning light. They were here for just a handful of days, but all of us tried to take them out on touristy missions.
On a cold Thursday and me with no voice (actually I sounded like Minnie Mouse) we explored Casa Loma.
Deep in the tunnels that connect the mansion to it's stables I cooed her name to hear my strange voice echo against the stone walls. Even with her boyfriend's hand in hers she still whimpered. I was scaring her. It made me laugh.
Our time together made me wonder how the laughter might have been different if she had stayed in Toronto and if we had all lived together. What would the dynamic have been like? Would we have laughed more?
It's such a brilliant thing to have friends in many places, spread out over the country and around the world. You meet up share a story, a laugh and a hug and then part ways for a time until you can see each other again.
This was our first goodbye in first-year. Man we look young!
Morgan and I when I visited her in Edmonton
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