a month ago, i thought it would be a good idea to throw myself a little going away party. after seven years in san diego i knew it would be impossible to spend quality time with everyone i love before leaving.
the idea was simple: choose a bar, get some pitchers and have a chance to talk with anyone who showed up.
right before the party i started to stress out. what if the bar was full? should i have made reservations? what if no one shows up and i’m drinking in a dark corner by myself? what about cake? doesn’t every going away party have cake?
i arrived right on time and walked in to find the bar packed. the united states was playing in the world cup… something that up until a week ago, i thought was one game. like the super bowl of soccer. i found a spot on the back patio, ordered some beer and decided that if no one showed i would get wasted. good plan.
it didn’t take long before sara showed. she was my student teacher in 2010. and then fabian. and amy. and angie, megan, jessica, joe, lousiana, seema, corbin, jen, big mac, kim, edgar, yang and angelica.
at one point i looked around to see how diverse my friends actually are. from my softball teammates who refer to me as this bitch, to a woman in her 70’s who directed a show i was in last fall.
it made me so proud.
i’ve never been stagnant. i’ve spent the last seven years experimenting and pushing myself to discover the most interesting parts of me. but i’ve also realized that the people i’ve met have been the most impactful part of the san diego experience.
they’ve lit the fire.