I have two shifts left at my job. The job I’ve had for three years. The place my friends are, where I get most of my food and where my roots lie. Although I am really excited to be moving, I will miss it so much.
When I decided to take a job at a vegan cafe in Syracuse, I didn’t realize how big of a change it would be in terms of my vegan journey.
I will never have to touch or serve vegan food again if I don’t want to.
There will not be non-vegan food in my fridge.
I will not have to ethically debate myself each time I make a sandwich.
That is kind of nuts.
The things I find normal; working with animal products, cooking beside my roommate while she makes meat, having to deflect questions about what the best turkey sandwich is will no longer apply to me.
I will live like a lot of other vegans, animal products don’t really enter their zone.
That is kind of frightening.
Ok, hear this out. Part of working with animal products means desensitizing myself while in that environment. I don’t often allow myself to get sad over a roast beef sandwich or the animal that was slaughtered for it simply because that would be inappropriate behavior at work. I’ve been able to put those horrible things outside my mind.
This is good and bad. Good because I am a happy person and getting upset every second is just not how I want to live my life. Bad because it has also hindered my activism at points. I sometimes don’t think about it, being vegan. I know I will always make the right choice for me, but when my coworker’s or customers have questions, being desensitized means I do not always provide an appropriate ethical answer.
I will not have to think outside the vegan bubble anymore. Everything in my life will be vegan.
If I haven’t alluded to this yet, this means I can be a more effective activist because every person around me also has my same ideology. I don’t have to desensitize myself to my job, I can embrace it.
I’m not the oddity anymore.
I will miss CTB so much, but I’m ready to experience a fully vegan life.
Two more days.