I Survived….

Well, I did it. I moved The Daughter 1800km away to university in Wolfville, Nova Scotia. And I did it with minimal tears.

Me, my mom, and The Daughter.

Me, my mom, and The Daughter.

The quaint little town of Wolfville doubles in size when the 3500 students at Acadia swarm in in late August / early September.

This is downtown Wolfville and seriously, you can pretty much see the entire downtown in this photo.

This is downtown Wolfville and seriously, you can pretty much see the entire downtown in this photo.

Being small, Acadia is a very personable and community driven school. My mom was impressed when the president of Acadia, while simply walking across campus, stopped to introduce himself and talk to us. We then attended the matriculation ceremony for the 850 or so incoming students. (Neither of which would occur at the two large universities near us in Toronto.)

The matriculation - welcoming in ceremony

The matriculation – welcoming in ceremony

We did a bit of site-seeing while on the east coast, and I’ll post a few photos of our visit next time.

Advertisements