I want to heal my broken heart. I want to cook again. It's been a month, probably more since I've cooked, baked. A month since my heart was broken. A month since I moved out of my home (my boyfriend's townhouse which has been my home for over two years).
At the end of this week, I'll move into a new place, sharing a kitchen with 3 other people. Will I be able to cook again? Someone else's kitchen, someone else's space. In time will it be my space too?
I miss my boyfriend. We are still "friends". I hate that phrase. He is my boyfriend, my love, he was my future. Two months ago I could see my future. Life with him, cooking school to come, maybe a new career, but always with him. Now, I don't see my future. I know there is one out there, but I can't see it now. In the future, baking will exist. And since that is all I can see in it now, it is that that I must hold onto.
In a week, I will bake.
Monday, February 1, 2010
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