I’m back in Miami after spending a pretty fantastic summer in Utah. As weird as it was to adjust to being in Utah, the adjustment to being back in Miami is equally weird.
I turned 40, in July, and now know what I want to be when I grow up…..a pastry chef. I just got into culinary school, in Utah, and will be moving back in March. As much as I love/loathe South Beach, I know in my heart that my time here is up, and I’m so okay with that.
I vow to post regularly. There’s some weird shit going on, that I need to get off my chest. I just have a shitty feeling of unease, and I feel that my safety has been compromised. This topic, is worthy of it’s own post. Actually, I have a list of items which all deserve their own posts.
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