Parting Glass

To the 8 years I’ve spent in this city, I raise to you the Parting Glass. I toast to the heartbreak and the joyousness. I raise my glass of Jameson to all those who I’ve known and all those I’ve let write a story on my heart. I feel honored and humbled that I’ve been able to love here; the sunny days and the snow-swept streets, the long nights glued to my laptop, typing out what I’ve seen and heard and lived, the hearty laughs and streams of tears, the friends that I will forever be indebted to because they made me better than I was before I met them. To the days on the beach and the lonely walks down allies. To the places where I frequented and knew every name and every line on every face. To the best coffee on Earth served at the dirtiest place in the world. To the bar that will forever be the place where I feel at home, close to the dark wood and the smoke-stained ceiling tiles and the old man in the corner sipping on a glass of Pabst. Last call. Be well. Live lots and laugh hard. I raise to you the Parting Glass. Now let’s drink awhile.