dougyfresh
02-11-2009, 08:29 PM
I lived in Portsmouth back in 2002-2004. Late summer 2004 I moved to CT. One of the hardest decisions I have made. I had a great thing going but wasn't too happy with my job. Moved to the 'mothership' and my career has taken off. I can now basically go [and do] whatever I chose to do within my company (after almost seven years).
Now, 4.5years later, I have returned to my original job location (same employeer) on a two day business trip 'mentoring' employees twice my age. Decided to stay in the Sheraton here in Portsmouth. Downtown (check). Dog Friendly (check).
My drive up to the office in southern Maine this morning was very strange. Same commute as previously. Same long ass line of cars heading south to the Naval base. It was very surreal.
After a succesful day of mentoring some stubborn Engineers, shooting the shit with fellow friends/coworkers I haven't seen in 4.5 years, and philosophizing career paths with my former boss..... Omega and I cruised back to Portsmouth. Grabbed some dinner and then spent two hours wandering around town. Wandered past my old apartment in the historic district. Brought back a lot of memories. Saw the screw holes in the front stoop posts where I hung a flag I sewed together for the Tour 'De France. This was back when Lance Armstrong was going on to win his fifth consequative(sp?) Tour 'De France. My neighbor (at the time) and I would go out after work and put a good 30miles in on our road bikes. Then watch that day's footage of the 'tour into the late night (Thanks TIVo).
When I left in 2004 I told myself I can always come back. Now I'm starting to think I might want to come back. Much sooner than anticipated. I actually pulled an MLS listing from a house I saw for sale. Prices have come down slightly. F awk. I'm turning 30 soon. I wonder what this trip is supposed to mean?
I miss this place.
Now, 4.5years later, I have returned to my original job location (same employeer) on a two day business trip 'mentoring' employees twice my age. Decided to stay in the Sheraton here in Portsmouth. Downtown (check). Dog Friendly (check).
My drive up to the office in southern Maine this morning was very strange. Same commute as previously. Same long ass line of cars heading south to the Naval base. It was very surreal.
After a succesful day of mentoring some stubborn Engineers, shooting the shit with fellow friends/coworkers I haven't seen in 4.5 years, and philosophizing career paths with my former boss..... Omega and I cruised back to Portsmouth. Grabbed some dinner and then spent two hours wandering around town. Wandered past my old apartment in the historic district. Brought back a lot of memories. Saw the screw holes in the front stoop posts where I hung a flag I sewed together for the Tour 'De France. This was back when Lance Armstrong was going on to win his fifth consequative(sp?) Tour 'De France. My neighbor (at the time) and I would go out after work and put a good 30miles in on our road bikes. Then watch that day's footage of the 'tour into the late night (Thanks TIVo).
When I left in 2004 I told myself I can always come back. Now I'm starting to think I might want to come back. Much sooner than anticipated. I actually pulled an MLS listing from a house I saw for sale. Prices have come down slightly. F awk. I'm turning 30 soon. I wonder what this trip is supposed to mean?
I miss this place.