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"She got life in her veins..."


Hello earthlings, how are you all doing? Not being able to update my blog for three consecutive months means I was occupied with many important things. I was very busy and was working so hard building the path I want to take. I worked in a hotel as an apprentice chef. I was assigned in the hot kitchen and my favorite place is the pastry department and on my free days I usually spend it with mon amour and/or with my family.




His whole wheat heart shaped bread, my birthday bouquet, chicken sauté provençale and carbonara pasta

And it also means I have a bunch of stories to tell. Starting with the first two pictures on top of my collage.

I never thought someone would make me breakfast and give me flowers on my doorstep. There's a funny story about that bouquet though. It was one week before my 21st birthday someone texted me asking what was my exact address and that someone bought me flowers. It felt strange and I thought people these days don't have anything to do but prank people. I didn't reply - another 30 minutes passed and the same number texted me again asking, if I live near this street he was right but I still didn't reply. An hour passed and someone knocked on our door, I looked out our window and a man was standing on our doorstep and was holding a bouquet I went out and the man asked me if I was "Karen" I said yes, he handed me the receipt and I signed it... it was from mon amour. But the bad thing was, my key was missing so I wasn't able to get it. I asked the delivery man to wait as I will search for my key unfortunately he waited for about 25 minutes and I wasn't able to find it. So I just told the man to give it to our neighbor. After he left, I saw it in my bag... I felt so stupid. Mon amour was very disappointed the bouquet should be delivered on the day of my birthday. I laughed and told him it was okay because I was even more surprised to receive it on an unexpected day.

I will never forget that day.

The first photo on the bottom is a Chicken Provençal and my carbonara pasta. On my free days, I usually cook of course before he left I made him a dinner. I love how he was enjoying the pasta and was asking to make more. They say, 'the way to a man's heart is through his stomach...'

Of course the saddest part of a vacation is they end... It's been two weeks after he left. I was very sad on the first day but I'll see him very soon. It's been five years since he went home.

I hope to hear from you all <3