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The End Nears...

So, my culinary school career is drawing to a close.  Things are winding down.

Today was the last day of my Catering & Banqueting class, and yesterday I wrapped up Culinary Management.

Today was a field trip. 

The term doesn't technically end until next week, but since we've taken all our tests, completed all our projects, and reviewed all our work...there's not much left to do.  So, our instructor basically cancelled classes for next week.  That means with the exception of a Marketing final on Monday, I'm done with my sixth term.

That leaves the 7th and final term.  I'm enrolled in three classes: a Culinary Internship, Entrepreneurship, and Culinary Industry.  The last two are six-week classes, and I will take them the first six weeks of the term...I'll be done with them by April 1st.

Then, I leave for an internship.  The program requires six weeks, but most of the internships are longer than that.

On April 20, I will leave my home and begin my internship at the Gate House Restaurant on the lovely, picturesque Mackinac Island, Michigan.  And I will be staying the whole season.  That means I won't come home to Iowa until the very end of October.  Over six months.

While I am very excited and nervous, it is a long time to be away from my family.  But, while I will miss them, I'm not as concerned about the duration as maybe I should be.  It's only six months, and my husband is a very capable parent.

There is a West wind blowing, change is on the horizon, and whether I believe it or not, the universe is unfolding in the way it should be.

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