All I've done since last Thursday is: run and write my PACT.
O.k., so that's not completely true - it just feels like that's all I've been doing. Or at the very lest, those are the foremost things that come to mind when I wake up in the morning: "When am I going to run today? How much more do I have left to write?" I love thinking about the running but the writing ... ugh.
I've written seventeen single spaced pages! What the @%#!@# is that about? Who's really going to read all of that?! And I still have six more to go.
I haven't cooked for a week. That makes me sad for several reasons. Well, I love cooking. It relaxes me. It's all the chopping, washing, measuring, and creating that's involved. The scent of fresh peeled garlic. The - I'm pretending to be a professional CHEF! - thing that I love about it. The - I'm cooking for my boyfriend! - thing too. Oh and of course the - I'm saving money AND my health! - thing. And then there's the biggest thing, that's surprisingly making me depressed: I'm moving out of my lovely apartment soon and returning home to my family.
It isn't because I don't want to live with my family - moving back was my choice. It's just now that I'm a few days away from moving, I realize I'm giving up an entire kitchen that belongs entirely to me. Like, that's my stove. That entire refrigerator is mine. Oh yeah, that's the sake I use over there to cook with and that's my beaten up coffee percolator espresso contraption and the coffee grinder Fred gave me. Fred and I are really accustomed to having breakfast sitting on my two barstools, sitting looking into my kitchen. The kitchen at home is grandma's territory. And it won't be long before I'll write about how much I've missed eating home cooked traditional Cantonese food but for now, the thought of not having my own cooking space is making me anxious.
A kitchen. I think the real reason I would become a home owner is solely to have my own kitchen.
This was a nice blog break. I truly believe that reflection will make me a better teacher. I believe it! I will do it - the goal is to finish the writing tonight and then prepare to cook three full, joyous meals on Sunday before I move out on Monday.
2 comments:
All I've thought about for the past two years is that finally in less than 2 months I'll have my own kitchen! So I really know how you feel about having your own space to cook. Although I appreciate having my lunch packed and a hot dinner waiting for me at home, I miss the days when I used to cook with my roommates.
Have a lovely long weekend!
yes, cooking in your own kitchen is great. when you move, you can use my kitchen as your own. that'd be fun! my kitchen is your kitchen. thanks for the post! love it!
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