Oct 5, 2019
5 min read
3 Things I Learned from Disappearing
At age eighteen, I moved to Canada to go to college. That fall of 2018 marked the first time I felt free to do whatever I wanted, to be the man I wanted to be. To my old world, I was pretty much dead. Friends went their separate ways, even the ones I still talked to knew a different person, and I never got past the weather when my family called.
