unwravel. . . slow. steady.

I've been working tons and tons. . . I can't think of a better time or place to have lots of work. Lord knows I need the money. . . and the distraction's not half bad either!

I've been thinking about choices. And options. . . for so long I have been set on making New York my home, and establishing myself here. . . but the events of the past few months have softened my heart, I guess. I feel New Orleans calling . . . and for the first time in my life I am falling in love with the South. (distance makes the heart grow fonder?)

I had a long talk with my daddy the other day. . . he said I could come home and go to culinary school. . . I have to confess, the offer is more than tempting. But maybe my gypsy heart just likes the idea of "home". . . and escape.