As I write this, my little family and I are on our way to Montreal from Toronto where we approach the final step of our American Green Card process.
As most of you may already know, for the past year, we have been temporarily situated in Toronto, Canada, awaiting this very moment. There were some grueling days, months, but there were some treasured ones as well. Always striving to be the eternal optimist, I choose to see EVERY one of those times as a lesson, an opportunity for growth and self-improvement.
Almost one year ago, I started this little project, my Little Kitchen Project that could. It was born during one of my most darkest times, in the midst of a Canadian winter, without my husband for 80% of the time, and before having met the amazing little group of women I can now call my friends, my family, here in Toronto.
I’m pressing pause.
In the next couple of weeks, we will pack up our things once again, back into the boxes from which they came, cross that oh-so-close, but yet-so-far border and move back to New York City, the home we had made our own in 2015, before this immigration adventure threw our lives onto what seemed like a never-ending roller coaster.
This is the moment we’ve been waiting for, fighting for. It’s time.
And while my greatest stress release, my greatest pleasure, comes from my littlekitchen, and sharing with you a little piece of me, I need to save all of me for my little family for a while.
So, I bid you farewell, but just for a while. I will be back in my little New York kitchen in the blink of an eye, and hopefully cook my way back into your hearts.