Definitely not my last post about Btown
Currently having some patio lovin', finally getting some solitude. Aaand it just started raining.
Perfect song for this weather that's currently on repeat: Officially Missing You by Tamia
But that song brings back multitudes of memories from the city that took me by surprise: Brantford.
Brantford. Four months of small town living. Never thought it would have a very special place in my heart.
Back in December 2013, when I applied and was hired to work for H&R Block, my first reaction to the job posting was: "Where the hell is this Brantford, Ontario?" I did some research on GoogleMaps and found out that it was further than Guelph but closer than Waterloo (from Ssauga).
I felt a huge relief to know I'm gonna be employed for the next four months. Finally, I said, no more JobMine stress. No more worrying about not getting a job for my first co-op term. Time to focus on exams... and exams only.
But come the end of December, when the company gave us the option to defer the job or go on with it (due to misinterpretations and communication issues with the Manager), I was 99% convinced that I wanted to reject the job offer and even started looking for another one. In fact, I was applying to other jobs outside of JobMine & asking my parents if they had some friends who worked in the Accounting/Finance field who might get me a job.
And after feeling very anxious that I might not get a job at all, my parents and I decided to continued with the H&R Block offer rather than not having a job at all, which was really crucial to staying in my program.
Then the next dilemma came on: Kassey would have to commute to Brantford. Okay then. Buttttt, Brantford didn't have GO stations. Meaning, I'd have to take Greyhound (which is around 2 hours btw, with irregular services from Mississauga) or my dad would have to drive me there everyday. Gahd, the more frustrated I was that I was employed by this company.
Due to transportation circumstances, the parents decided I'd sublet a room for four months in Brantford, which by the way, as stated by my brother, "A city where there's nothing to do; Ang boring doon; that's where our G2 test occurred. Walang magawa. Mabobore ka dun. Good luck to you!" Plus, instead of saving up for my tuition, I would spend more because of the monthly rent.
Everything about being employed in Brantford seemed so wrong. So, sooo wrong. So wrong, boring, frustrating, and every sad emotion you could think of.
But little did she know that the loathed circumstance she was in, the city she thought was boring, small, pangit, wheresthelifeat?! ... changed. her. life.
Every time I look back on my first co-op term, I could proudly say that I made the right choice. I think that even though I chose the Brantford life, it makes more sense to put it this way: the Brantford life chose me. You know how some people say that things happen for a reason? I feel like the first four months of 2014 I've spent in Brantford happened for a reason.
For a million reasons that only I (and I think Shani) understand.
It's magical how life can take us by surprise. Thank you very much, Brantford. :)
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