"Is this really the end?" I asked him.
"It's a beginning." he replied.
Not at all the answer I wanted, but I suppose it's true enough. So here I am, in a new town, cut away from my love, about to embark on a big new challenge -- getting my PhD.
I'm scared.
I'm lonely.
I wonder if I will have the time, or inspiration to cook anymore. I cooked quite a bit in the past few months, things from Thai Mango Chicken to Fish Tacos to Bruschetta to Pots du Creme to Herbed Beer Bread. I had lots of free time, since my technician job was (mostly) 8 to 5 and rarely required me to bring work home. And I wanted to make R happy. I came to the realization that I didn't particularly "love to cook" -- instead I cook because I love. And now he's not here for me to cook for... my meals have become pretty dull -- yogurt and a handful of grapes. Pita and hummus. I'm not trying.
Tonight will be my first attempt at cooking without him. I'll be making a mushroom-tomato pasta for myself, my roommate, and another incoming Zoology student.
I hope it turns out well.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
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