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It would be too easy to be uprooted by the mishaps of life if I wasn’t constantly surrounded by an inspiring environment or a place where I felt belonging.

Maybe home is not a rainbow, but a storm. Maybe home is accepting you forgot your rain jacket and letting the cold seep into your skin and awakening something, something, that lives within all of us.

As things escalate, you engage in "the walk to class along Main Mall." This becomes complicated when you belong to different faculties, but there is always "the sunset stroll along Wreck Beach" or "the meander in Nitobe Garden." On a special occasion, you meet for a classy dinner at The Point or Mercante, inevitably followed by Rain or Shine for dessert.

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