The last two weeks have been interesting- rather ridiculous… maddening… and go ahead and toss in a touch of exhausting too. I realize more and more how much life is just not what you plan and the best thing you can learn to do is adapt.
Funny thing though, I have never been the adaptable type (my family and friends are probably cracking up at this self-realization right about now) but this weekend had some doozy's to help me reach the next level in my search for mastery.
Let me lament for a second by saying, I will miss my little apartment in Midtown with the lovely view of Atlanta’s skyline. Even with its’ up and downs, it was my first real stab at downtown living versus my first home right out of college on the outskirts of town. But the decisions you make and experiences you have take you places you never expected and as of July 4, 2015 my journey has taken me to a charming little townhouse on the Eastside of Atlanta.
Things are finally starting to settle- furniture and knickknacks are finding new homes around the familiar/yet unfamiliar space and I can finally come back to my little nook and feel a little bit more normalcy.
Now that I’ve had my little moment… I’ll go on with my story.
The day before the mover’s arrived, I decided to make mini cheesecakes with some of the last ingredients I had in the fridge and pantry. Since I would not have an actual kitchen for at least a week, I needed to purge everything… very traumatizing for the home cook lol.
Welp, about those adorable cheesecakes I just mentioned- the first batch splashed all over the floor thanks to my slippery fingers. In my fit of frustration, I didn’t document my ever-so-graceful fail, but instead I sat on the floor amidst my boxes marked fragile and “MIXER”, spooning cheesecake into my mouth from the one jar that didn’t shatter- classy.
A week and a half later, I finally got my kitchen unpacked so I decided to try these cheesecakes again. I hope you guys enjoy! More pictures of the new house to come!