Two more days at the bakery and that will be it. There is a definite sense of excitement and anxiety, but also one of melancholy and something I can only describe as nostalgia. I spent two and a half years working at this bakery and I can honestly say I will miss the people here very much. I will miss the comradery and working in tandem to accomplish a goal and most importantly fulfilling that goal. I will miss the creative freedom of filling the cake case and playing with different techniques. I will miss learning new things from people who have been decorating cakes for as long as I have been alive.
I will miss the free sweets.
However, there is a reason why I chose to move on from this job. The stress, ungodly work load, pathetic wages, and horrible customers? Yeah, I will not miss that AT ALL. Yes, go kindly find your way into oncoming traffic.
At this point in my life, I am still unsure of what I want and have a feeling that I may never know. I always thought you kind of molded yourself into a certain shape to fit into a groove that would lead you to wear you wanted to go, but it seems that life is more like finding anything that fits you, even if it is not a good fit, and running it. Most of the time you're blind to where it is leading you and you only hope there isn't a wall up ahead that will smash your bones.
What I am about to go try and do is not easy, it is not ideal, hell it can be down right deadly! But it is something. I can't say right now if I will like living in a truck for weeks at a time. I can't say if I won't still want to go to school afterwards. But what I can say is this:
I am ready for a new adventure.
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