My best friend Krysia and I have a dream.
It's a beautiful dream that has existed since our youngest years. Back in the day, we used to talk about how one day we would own a bed and breakfast, in which Krysia would run the front of the house, I would cook all the food, and our third friend would serve meals to guests on her roller-skates. Very sensible, really.
Read MoreIt seems that I've been all over the place again. I don't know how it happens, but each week seems to flit past my eyes before I even realize how far into the month we are. The only reason I know the date on a regular basis is because almost daily, my sharpie-gripping hands write onto masking tape those two or three numbers separated by a slash, in order to keep track of all the jolly goods we make at the bakery. I'm thankful for that because otherwise, I'd have no idea what day it is. Probably ever.
Read MoreMy goodness. I can't believe it's been almost a month since I was last here. I'm telling you people, this past month has, once again, been chaotic. How can so much change be happening in such a concentrated amount of time.
Read MoreThe past been month can be characterized by abnormality and franticness.
Finish the semester. Pack up and move out of house at school. Go straight to grandparents' house. Pack up and move that place. Immediately go home. Pack up that house. Get it on the market. Meanwhile, take trips up north to find a job in the city we're moving to. Back and forth. Up and down. Sore muscles. Allergies. Never enough sleep.
Read MoreI have this thing for you.
It's that chocolate cake. You know what I mean. Rich, soft, and dense, with just the perfect amount of icing. Almost like you can taste it as you slice into it. It's the cake incapable of producing leftovers, and if for some unheard of reason it did, it's the cake you'd eat for breakfast because you can't wait until afternoon coffee to once more taste its luxuriously stacked chocolate.
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