It is the quietest car ride of my life. My car is packed to full capacity, and I'm pressed against the window by a giant mini-fridge box.
I look outside the window and stare at the city buildings along Yonge Street, and then at our final destination: the University of Toronto. This is the first time I've moved away from home. My parents are reluctant to see me go and that's expressed through the quiet in the car.
'So Liz, you're going to be coming home every Sunday for dinner and laundry right?'
'Of course, Mum.'
This is our conversation followed by another five to 10 minutes of silence. As we roll up the drive it dawns on me that no matter the distance, nowhere else ever feels quite like home.
Our car is ambushed by buff students, blaring music and yelling voices. I look at the building that will be my home for nine months.
