A liquor store is opening across the street from our apartment building.
I've never lived across the street from a liquor store. I've lived beside gas stations and a half block from coffee shops and for 18 years, 57 footsteps from the school I attended from Kindergarten to Grade 12.
This new business could not open at a more opportune time. The past week saw acceptance of a job offer, resignation from my current position, a flight across the country to handle our production and a major VIP event - being the opening night of the Vancouver 2010 Cultural Olympiad - and struggles with a swirling mess of emotions unlike anything I've ever encountered in my life.
While the responsible thing to do would be rise from the ashes, shake myself off, pull my personal relationships and life back together and move on in shining, relieved, stable glory, the realistic thing I'll be doing for the next 2 and a half weeks is collapsing on the couch in exhaustion, catching my breath and unwinding with the assistance of a few bottles of pinot noir.
That I no longer need to actually put on shoes to go purchase. Hallelujah! I'm finally becoming that crazy person in the bottle-o wearing bedroom slippers. My parents are so proud.
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