My parents and I shuffle into Gord Brock, dragging mini fridges and overstuffed suitcases up four relentless flights of stairs. After my posters were hung and my twin XL bed hung and my twin XL bed was made, I revelled in my new found independence. That first weekend glowed with the sunny, slightly naïve optimism of a nervous first year in a brand-new city. Now, as I return for my fifth and final year of the Con-Ed program, I can’t help but feel old. From my apartment, I watch the familiar...
