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Having grown up in Saskatoon, there are times when Calgary seems impossibly large to me.

Sometimes I think I'll grow old and die before I get out of Calgary's traffic. Sometimes, when I'm on the CTrain from the Tuscany station to SAIT, I wish it would go on forever. I love watching this vast city, so fascinating and new to me, pass by outside the window.

Often, I long for space. I'd like to find a place where there are no people. That’s hard to find here. I want to look towards an open horizon, uncrowded with bulky mountains. If I didn't already know I was a Saskatchewan girl through and through, I certainly learned it after moving here.

But despite the cars and the big-city noise so wounding to my delicate Saskatoonian ears, I have grown to love Calgary.

First of all, there are an endless number of cafes here. At the end of the day, my main goal in life is to read a book while enjoying a nice coffee and a croissant. Calgary facilitates this with ease.

I loved my time at SAIT too and appreciate the straightforwardness of a technical course. I care so much about journalism and to spend my days listening to instructors who have lived that life has been a blessing.

I am also a huge fan of the CTrain. I learned very quickly this is not a popular opinion. But in Saskatoon, you're lucky if you get a clunky, half-dead bus-like object every 30 minutes. Here, the train arrives every five to 10. It glides smoothly. It has a voice that tells you useful things. The first time I saw it, I was in awe.

Today—my last day at The Sprawl—the train had a bad morning. There had been an emergency down the line and it could only take me halfway. I got off at the Brentwood station and joined a massive crowd, all scrambling to get onto a bus to take us where the train could not. I was one of the last that squeezed in.

The bus driver muttered to himself that he wished this was a double-decker. I smiled at him in sympathy and he looked taken aback.

Despite this, I enjoyed it. Pressed against the front window of the bus, I had a wide view of the street. I got to peek at the knobs and buttons by the driver's wheel, and witnessed the kindness of people moving around to give older people seats.

This city is impossibly huge to me but that means there is always something going on. There is always something new to see and something new to experience.

And then there's The Sprawl. In the midst of the noise and busyness, I was lucky enough to spend my practicum with an independent outlet focused on slow news. Having the time to mould and shape my upcoming story felt like receiving that space I've longed for.

My story is about Calgary's trees, which move even slower than me. Someone I interviewed told me that trees are doing the same survival things we're doing—finding food and water, defending themselves, connecting with their own plant community through their roots.

I've learned a lot about Calgary's trees while reporting this story. Now, when I walk down the street, I look at them and wonder about what's going on inside. I love that, like Calgary, they are in constant motion. Only their motion is slower, calmer.

I can't wait to move back home to Saskatoon in a week. My fiancé and I have our first apartment there. Last weekend, I got to see it for the first time and I'm in love with it.

There are two huge, stately trees out front, framing the building. I am leaving Calgary, but taking everything I learned with me.

Meghan Lett is a journalist who interned at The Sprawl for her SAIT practicum. The Sprawlcast she's been working on is coming soon—so stay tuned!