It's been a month since I last checked in.
So the deal is, I broke my foot and have been hiding out on my mother's sofa because I just could not manage the flight of stairs here.
I've had a lot of time to think, and to feel sorry for myself. And trust me I did a lot of both.
But, I am back home now, and wondering what I'm going to do. One big question that has been haunting me the last few days is if I am going to take a small challenge to return to eating meat. Why would I after ten years even be thinking about that? Because of the cooking.
It all comes back to the cooking.
There is so much I still want to learn in regards to cooking, but to do so would mean working with meat again. I just am not sure I am up for it.
Not sure I'm up for much right now.
The past week I just could not wait to get home, and the moment I was here, it was like this heavy feeling of total sadness.
Like the building was filled with sadness.
So here I am, at 5:55 pm and all I can think is pizza.
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