Eight years ago, I took a trip to London, Ontario, with family. On the way there, I saw an exit sign “402 Sarnia,” and it was just a few days after I got my driver’s license. I jokingly said, “Please don’t leave your car keys around, or you might find me in Sarnia!” Little did I know that eight years later, I would actually find myself in Sarnia—not only that, but I also found a lifelong friend along the way. Now here I am, about to become Mrs. Henry. Sarnia has turned out to be good.