The end has no end
Last night, I said goodbye to a kitchen. As I was cleaning, I realised it would be the very last time. And I just couldn’t bring myself to live the space that had almost become my home.
A weird kind of home. Where stripped aprons seem to be trendy. And smiling faces too.
I then proceeded to cry. Only a little.
I turned the lights off. Gazed – for what might have been minutes – at the neat marble that was more than once swallowed by a pile of notebooks, flour, and too many two-litre containers.
Because, let’s be honest, I spent some solid hours treasure-hunting for those damn plastic boxes. So whenever one was found, it would be fought for and kept.
It was mostly a good fourteen-month. Made special by a few amazing chefs I got the chance to share my coffees and kitchen with. Oh yes, let’s take a minute to celebrate caffeine.
And more.
griottes
Feb 24, 2011
Ohhh je ne savais pas que tu arretais… Ducoup tu vas faire quoi ?
Il etait triste ce billet un peu, mais les photos sont très belles !
ilaria
Feb 24, 2011
Amen to caffeine ;)
Parigote
Feb 24, 2011
Je trouvais tes derniers billets empreints d’une certaine nostalgie. Peut-être est-ce dû à cette période de transition ?
J’espère que tes projets futurs te rempliront de rire et de joie!
christelle is flabbergasting
Feb 24, 2011
Je célèbre la caféine avec toi mais surtout tout ce qui va t’arriver de BON les semaines à venir ! bécot !
K
Feb 25, 2011
The end is the beginning, right? It’s just amazing how time flies. Fourteen months! (wow, that was a note to myself). Off to a fresh new start!