Erin MacLeod got exactly what she wanted.

A Toronto address. A real career. Three hundred kilometers between herself and home.

She doesn't talk about what it cost.

She is not hard to like.

That’s almost the problem.

Erin makes space for people without thinking about it.

She asks questions.
She remembers answers.
She notices who hasn’t spoken yet.
She makes sure nobody gets left out.

Maybe kindness comes naturally.

Maybe she practiced.

Maybe if you spend enough years around people who make every room worse, you eventually decide to become the person who makes it better.

Whatever the reason—

it worked.