22/02/2022
It feels like I’ve had more than one rebirths in less than a year. Or has it been more than a year? Time feels strange right now.
This is my first cake of the year. And it’s also the first cake to grace my new kitchen space. It was slightly disorienting as I fumbled through my perfectly organised mess to find spatulas, bowls, mixing parts. They weren’t where I thought they would be. 2 months ago, I could find them even with my eyes closed. A little feeling forms in the pit of my stomach. Did I make the wrong choice? My kitchen is much smaller now. Nah, I push that thought away. New things are always terrifying.
When I finish my cakes, I usually call my mum over to look at them. She comes over and inspects them, gives them a once over and usually says, “nice” or if she’s being generous “very nice”. But this time it’s different. After finishing this baby, I fire off a photo to my family group chat. After awhile my phone buzzes.
“Nice”.
I do a silent cheer in my head as I start washing up all the s**t in the sink.