Just a Little Sting

I still have to admit, I don't feel like talking or blogging, but for your sake, I will try.

So it's official now. I am leaving for Germany in the very near future. All I have to do is ship the car and get my plane ticket. For all I know I could be leaving by next week. I am a little nervous. It will be quite a change in environment, and the language barrier could be potentially harmful to my vegetarian diet. I will feel way out of my element. Not to mention it is an eight hour time difference. Eight whole hours! Do you know what that means? Well, that means that if you are a morning pooper, you will be pooping at night. Yep that is what an eight hour time difference can do to you.

All of our stuff will be in storage still when I arrive so as far as the kitchen utensils go, I will also be out of my element. I do have my new knife though, and there is no way I am leaving my baby behind. I think I will have to get a case for it so it will fit as snug and safe as Jesus in the manger.

I have a lot of things to get done. One of them being telling Jinny at Tsuda's that I can't be her next intern after all. It stings just thinking about it. I had a hard time looking at cookbooks yesterday at Barnes and Noble, and that is one of my favorite things to do. Even seeing Tsuda's menu lying on the kitchen table makes my heart sink a little. I know that this one opportunity shouldn't make or break my passion and career dreams in the culinary profession but it will definitely be in the back of my mind. I am afraid that Germany will not have anything to offer me as far as that goes. Not only do I not speak German, but I don't eat meat. I think I am SOL in the culinary department.

I am looking forward to seeing my husband though. It has been way too long. It never feels good to spend 6 months a part from a loved one. Least he probably forgot how annoying I am by now. It is time for me to remind him.