We’re going to get real-real today friends. And I don’t meal real food real, this is real life real. I’ve gone back and forth about writing a post like this for some time, and at the end of the day, I hope it may help others persevere through times of change, too.
If you’ve been following along then you know that before this blog started, I moved to North Carolina. As I’ve put it before, “to follow my heart, find adventure, and live on the beach.” I wasn’t sure where it was going to go when I started FITK a year and a half ago. The name Fork in the Kitchen was born from the kitchen being my happy place in stressful times – the place that brings me comfort. It’s where I go to “figure it out” while kneading dough, stirring a simmering sauce, or rolling out fresh pasta – to calm the craziness of life.
That was and still is true, and to expand on that, it also came from the phrase “fork in the road” (betchya hadn’t figured that one out ;)), because I had no idea which way life was going to take me. I was newly unemployed from an “in-between” job, burnt out from the prior 2 years of teaching, and the boy I moved to North Carolina with was deployed.
Repeat: I had no idea where life was going. It was all the uncertainty and change (and time on my hands) that pushed me to start this blog that I’d wanted to do for years.
Now, almost three months ago, without going into too many unnecessary details, life threw more change my way; my world was completely turned upside down, and each and every aspect was going to be new. There was loads to figure out. I unexpectedly found myself ready to move back home to Minnesota, leaving behind the life I’d created in North Carolina.