My loan application went through today. I will now be able to attend The French Culinary Institute here in Campbell, CA. It's a new branch of an esteemed school that's famous all over the world (or at least they keep telling me that). Graduated from the FCI? Bobby Flay, Melissa Murphy and David-freaking-Chang of Momofuku Milk Bar, among others of both the pastry and culinary persuasion. Dean of Pastry? Jacques Torres, Mr. Chocolate himself. They're giants in the culinary industry with years of experience in high-pressure jobs in the best restaurants in the world. And all I want is to own a neighborhood bakery.
Shit, what the hell was I thinking, thinking I could go up against all this pressure?
I'm going to have no life. I'll be at work during the day and in class at night. I'll have little to no time for my friends, the brave few who put up with me trying out different cookie recipes on them. I definitely won't have as much time for The Guy, the sweet and caring soul who deals with my insecurities with hugs and a fast metabolism. He also does dishes with very few complaints.
Is this going to be worth it? Are the long hours, the tired feet and the loss of social life going to be worth it in the long run? I really hope so. The only thing to do is wait and see.
