In two months my wife and I are quitting our jobs and moving cross-country to Phoenix, AZ. She wants to be an automotive technician (say “mechanic” around these people and you run the risk of getting slapped) and I want to be a chef. I love to cook with a passion and it’s what I want to do for the rest of my life. Unfortunately, my qualifications are kind of lacking. I’ve never even worked in a restaurant and I’m scared shitless.
I’ve been a graphic designer for the past 14 years. I was lucky enough to get a job straight out of highschool, although I’ve always been jealous of those that were able to get a proper art degree. Well, after a long hiatus, I guess it’s time to further my education – albeit in a different area than originally planned. Instead of college, it’s culinary school.
Culinary school is still a ways off. My wife (netnamed Vess for anonymity) has to finish her training first before we even know where we will be living. I’m nervous, but I have high hopes. I created this blog to chronicle our trials and tribulations during this complete life shift. I foresee many greasy spoon cafes, much onion chopping and mountains of dirty dishes in my near future, but you have to pay your dues.
This is our chance for a new beginning. We may succeed or we may fail, but we HAVE to try.