I don’t know who I am anymore.
I used to be that skinny girl who bakes. Of course, I haven’t baked in the better part of three months (holiday stress baking during the winter break hardly counts...) and to be honest, I’m not quite as skinny as I was before (the only saving grace is that I was really skinny before). I don’t blog much anymore either. This probably has to do with the fact that I haven’t baked in a while and hence, do not have much to blog about.
Now I’m that girl who works at a bakery. Don’t get me wrong: I absolutely love being that girl who works at a bakery. My bosses are supremely awesome people, the breads and pastries they make are beyond delicious, and I get to stick one foot in the kitchen and the other out front with the customers. I love working there.
I work about ten hours a week. Those are ten hours that I could use to study, hang out with friends, sleep, bake, or blog. But those ten hours at the bakery are so worth it. I’ve learned so much since I started working there and met so many interesting people. I can almost live with the idea of only having a social life during winter break, March break, Easter, and summer.
Summer, I cannot wait until summer. In three months, I will have graduated from high school, I will have finished writing my exams, I will have accepted an offer to a university, I will have gone to prom. It scares me, the thought of leaving, but it is the fear that drives me forward. In the meantime, I look forward to spring, to the warmer days when sundresses and sandals take over and ice cream is no longer relegated to the back of the freezer.