I finally feel like I’m home. The apartment is almost completely set up, with the exception of a few missing curtains and some random piles of junk. Most importantly, my kitchen is ready. It’s all organized and beautiful, and it feels so good to cook in it.
This was a simple dinner of asparagus sauteed in a bit of butter, tossed with angel hair pasta and topped with pecorino Romano cheese. Last night we made this, and tonight we’re eating this. I’m so happy to be cooking again! Granted, seeing our tally of restaurant meal receipts in the past few weeks was good incentive to cook at home, but I’m happy to do it all the same.
Tonight I’m missing my organic chemistry class. I don’t know if I’ll go back. What can I say? Life calls. I’ve been over-stressed lately, and I’m letting go of things that don’t make me happy. Goodbye, extra plates and cups and silverware. Goodbye, clothes that sit in my closet and never get worn. Goodbye, stressful class that brings me no joy. Does that mean that med school is out of the picture? No way. But I’m working on my time now, at my comfort level. In the past year, I’ve moved three times (twice across the country). I’ve changed jobs three times. Justin has switched from full-time work to freelance. My closest friends have had babies, and our relationships are changing. My baby niece graduated from high school and got engaged. I turned 30 (and I’ll be 31 next week). I need a break. And now that I’m home, that’s exactly what I have in mind. I might knit. Or sew. Or draw. I might read a hundred books a month. I might bake or make terrariums or watch too many movies. And it sounds so good.
**Also, a note to my wonderful husband… thank you for loving me, for supporting me no matter how crazy I get, for giving me hugs and kisses when life seems too heavy, for being my biggest fan, even when I’m not “succeeding” like I planned to. I love you.