I got the official offer of acceptance yesterday. I'll be attending the Culinary Management program back home as of September. It's still funny to think that just a few weeks ago, this was the last direction I thought my life would be headed. I'm going to miss a lot of people here in Ottawa. I've developed some wonderful friendships with amazing people. But my life is leading me elsewhere, hopefully someplace that will allow me to continue to grow and thrive.
Dress - Gift
Vest - Thrifted from Value Village
Boots - Can't remember
I really needed these years to myself though, to grow into who I am, without being warped by the preconceptions of people around me. The idea of moving home always used to bother me because it felt like giving up, like 'crawling back' because I couldn't manage it elsewhere, but I'm doing the furthest from that. I'm headed to something, with goals in mind and achievements under my belt. I can hold my head high, and that's important to me.
This transition isn't going to be easy, but they're called 'growing pains' for a reason. I'm really looking forward to being back in school, and learning everything to become a real Chef and how to run a kitchen. After working in a few places with absolutely horrifying management - bakery and library alike - I know that I'll never be able to settle with being someone's underling. This is going to give me the knowledge I need to run the show and call the shots and do it all the right way.
I still don't feel old enough to really be in that sort of position but people younger than me have done grander things. The only thing keeping me from such accomplishments is myself, and I'm not about to stand in my own way. There's a lot of hard work in my future; blood, sweat and tears. But it's going to be worth it. This really is something I'm passionate about, and I feel like it's the right direction for me. I'm still scared, but not as much as I used to be. I'm excited now. The next two months are just going to crawl past because I'm waiting to leave, but I have a feeling everything else is going to blow past me in a flash like my time at the Cordon Bleu did. Time flies when you're having fun, after all. I hope you're all having a good weekend. Cheers!