This week has been nothing but those weird triggering moments. Heading into work for my last Saturday night shift, I entered the downstairs kitchen as I do 5-6 nights a week and shout Hola! to my kitchen co workers. Meanwhile in the back of my head, I'm realizing this is one of the last moments I have with these people. It's sweet really, how 5 years working with the same people bonds you, heck some of them 2 years and I freaking love them.
My Farewell party was last night at The Grand Canal in Boston so I may be extra sentimental. I had a drink at Porter's first because their Christmas Party was happening and I knew that party had started first. Maybe it was a bit of nerves that needed fending off too, to enter a happy yet emotional night.
As I approached the Canal at 10pm, my first vision is Rewell smoking a butt. I have known this man for almost 10 years. I helped train him on the bar back in the day. I was there when I saw the spark between him and the woman that would soon after become his wife. And now I stare back at him saying I'm going away for awhile.....
The bar is slow. A handful of my friends are on two separate corners of the Buskers side of the bar. This lovely miss mash of co workers over the years and friends who I consider family. As the shots of Jameson get flowing everyone socializes and dance and laugh and cry. Moments like these I treasure. Bittersweet with ongoing excitement, I dance on.
The night gets fuzzier as the ugly Christmas sweaters start showing up. Wave after wave more friends make appearances. Old friends get to catch up as they will do again the next time I roll into town. I don't consider myself leaving these people, I am just expanding their places to go vacation.
Portland Oregon you might just be my own permanent vacation.
I want to find that job that doesn't feel like work. Maybe outdoors and with animals. Maybe in a garden or in a raft. One things for sure.... it's out there.
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