I will be moving away from Seattle in about twenty six hours, and that makes me both incredibly sad and ridiculously excited.
Today is my last day at work, and it seems silly, because it’s just a restaurant job, but damnit, I love this particular restaurant job more than any other restaurant job I’ve ever had. I think of the people there as my extended family, and I love each and every one of them. The regulars have become my friends. The past few days have been a flurry of goodbyes. My wallet is full of business cards and slips of paper with email addresses from regulars who want to keep in touch after I’m gone. Many of them have offered up any friends they have in LA to help me out should I need anything, from a job to a drinking buddy. (Every one of them has made me teary as they say goodbye and wish me luck, and I am NOT one to cry at just anything!)
So yeah, I can pretty much guarantee that i will burst into tears at least once before my shift ends today, and that I will cry when I clock out for the last time, and when I have my last drink at the bar, and when I hug my coworkers goodbye for the last time. Heck, I’ll probably cry when I’m driving away in the morning.
And like I said, I’m not really a crier.
