The human heart was—and remains—a mystery to me. But I’m learning. I have to. —Anthony Bourdain

Last night I felt like I was coming home

And honestly, as they said about that “You can’t come home again.” It kind of felt like that.

And that’s not a bad thing.

Last night, I went to my old department’s Christmas party, after being absent from shindigs, get togethers and the like for about 4-odd years. Things have changed significantly. I’m incredibly proud to say that a lot of my friends have moved up and to better things. People have found love, people have lost the same. We’re all different people from the Marketing of my past, and it was good.

I don’t think I’m explaining this how I want to.

I guess all I’m trying to say is, that I’m happy I got to go. Be with the friends that I’ve loved since I stepped through those doors in 2007. Drink (and not to the point of needing to get dragged away from the joint). Make inappropriate jokes. Hug the people I’ve missed like crazy. I might not have socialized enough to my liking because I am old and get tired at 9 pm, but I’m glad I still had these people in my life.

So far, this Christmas is looking good.

Thank you.



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