When Travis and Taryn came to the U of A the first time, when I took them around campus to the places I loved.
The pizza was $4.50 when I went to school there. It’s $5.50 now. You could smoke in the back room when I went to school and you can’t now. Otherwise? It’s the same. Same owners, same tables, same pictures, same pizza’s. Academy Pizza laughs at the changes of decades. They just keep making pizza.
3 and a half years ago I was having lunch Taryn and Travis, waiting on an offer letter from my current company. I read the offer letter in the back of Academy Pizza. It felt right to get that letter in that place. A pleasing sort of symmetry – the place that watched my undergrad years also watched me take a huge leap forward.
I was back in Academy Pizza on Tuesday with Taryn. I helped her schlep all of her stuff into her dorm room. She’s in her last semester. I watched her hair fall across her face, I watched her talk with her hands, so confident and self assured. I looked at her and thought about how she has grown. How we all have.
She bought lunch this time.
And I surfed my phone, waiting for an offer letter from a new employer.
I officially resigned. She started her last semester.
In the midst of change there is much comfort in knowing some places of our youth remain. Their walls watch us, even still.