Work has been taking a lot out of me. To make a long story short, my department is relocating to a different city, and I was offered a position there. My hard work was being recognized, and it was an opportunity that I should have seriously considered, especially in this shaky economy. I was being asked to either give up my job or give up my home. I really love my job. I truly do. I take pride in the feeling that I am making a difference in the work that I do, and a great deal of my self-worth is based on this sense of accomplishment.
I’m not ready to leave yet.
I love my Brooklyn kitchen.
I don’t think there is any color in the color spectrum that is more comforting than the maroon of my kitchen walls.
I love Chinatown. I love reading descriptions of dishes like “Shrimp in Pumping Sauce.”
I love that a liquor store can claim to be AS OLD AS HILLS.
I love that you can get your candy, and then eat it inside Fat Baby.
I love that no matter what my day is like, there is always something here that makes me smile.
So my last day at my company is a few months away. I have no idea what I’m going to do next, and that doesn’t freak me out. I’ll figure it out. I’m just happy that I’m staying in New York.