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And, We’re Back.

I started The Particular Eater blog in October 2014. I stopped posting in October 2014. It’s funny how life turns out sometimes. I started this blog two and a half years ago because I was at a crossroads in my life. I had just finished grad school, had just come back from traveling for three months, and was embarking on the scary journey of finding a job, and a career.

I stopped posting because I found exactly that: a job. In a whirlwind series of events that October, I interviewed for a job, went to my grad school convocation and moved to Toronto for said job, all in a span of two weeks. And let’s just say I hit the ground running from day one. Two years later, I’m at a crossroads again, and it seems only fitting to pick up where I left off. I think my journey is not entirely unique, but is most certainly a lesson. I’m still learning every day about myself, and if I can tell my story and help someone to figure out their life a little better, well that’s all one can hope for I suppose.

So here I go, where I’m at now. After two and half years, I quit my job. It was a very difficult decision, but looking back, probably a long time coming. Probably a longer time coming than I first realized, but re-reading my first posts on The Particular Eater, made me have that realization. It was a great job, great people, good benefits, decent pay, the opportunity for growth- sounds perfect right? Well, on paper, yes. But, at the end of the day, I discovered that it just wasn’t what I wanted to be doing.

Of course, I’m sure there was an internal scoff at me saying this. The thought of ‘what a millennial thing to say’ or ‘be glad you have the privilege to even say that’. And trust me, I am more than grateful that I am in a position in my life, where not only can I acknowledge not being in the right job, but also being able to do something about it. So I did. I quit.

It was scary as hell, but ultimately the right decision. And here’s why: I took the job because I wanted experience, I also took it because I was scared. Scared that I would never be hired, never get a job because I spent so many years in school and all it ever really taught me was how to write a research paper and sharpen my procrastination skills during study time. I took a job in something I thought I wanted to do, in something that seemed to make the most sense. I studied Communications and Media Studies, so it just seemed like the right move to go into Marketing and social media. However, looking back at this blog, I ignored one critical point: It wasn’t a job in food.

I love food, it’s something I’ve always been interested in on a number of levels. Nutrition fascinates me, I love to bake and cook, I’m constantly thinking of my next meal; it is the reason why I started this blog in the first place. But, I ignored that little voice in my head. I let fear cloud my passion and decided to take the ‘safe’ route, the route that was what I thought I should be doing, not what I actually wanted. And in retrospect, a lot of my life has been decided this way. That’s why I ended up in grad school, because I thought it was what I ‘should’ be doing. That was a mistake. I have zero regrets about going back to school, I think I am who I am today because of it. I do recognize, however, that I went right back to being ruled by fear once I had finished. Habits die hard of course, but I was right back in that position, of doing something because I was afraid or because I thought it was the ‘right’ thing to do. So fast forward to today, actually about two months ago, and there I was making the scariest decision, probably of my life: to quit.

I decided that I was at a point in my life where I could take that risk. Aside from having to pay rent, I have about zero responsibilities, so didn’t I owe it to myself to see if I could pursue my passion, a career in the food industry? And that’s exactly what I did. I took about a month off, I needed the time to recoup. I went back home to visit Montreal and had some ‘me’ time. Once I recharged a bit, I started on the job hunt, and I am excited to say that I just finished week two working in catering and events for one of Toronto’s hottest Queen St. West restaurants.

And that is also what brought me back here. I am so grateful that I had started this blog two years ago, because I was able to jump back to that point in time and realize that I’m doing now what I should have done then: taking the less traditional route and pursuing my passion. I always say that you spend a lot of time working (the majority of your life, actually) so you might as well like what you’re doing. I’d like to not settle for ‘like’ and I want to love what I’m doing, and I think I’m on that path now.

So, I’m back and I hope you want to come along for the ride.

Cheers,

The Particular Eater

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This is my life now.

Hi there,

I feel as though I need to write a little bit about myself and where I am in my life right now. In June 2014, I finished my master’s degree in Media Studies. I spent the past two years in a graduate program that kicked my ass. I suppose the up side of doing something that isn’t right for you, is that it starts to help you figure out what is the right thing. There seemed to be an overwhelming theme that took over my life during this time: food. While it is easy to write this off as me just stress eating (and yea, that is definitely part of it- don’t judge me) my interest in food started a lot earlier. Sometimes it’s just hard to see what’s staring you right in the face.

From a really young age my mom taught me to cook and bake. My sister and I would procrastinate during final exams in high school by baking cookies. I have also been told by a long-time friend that I was the only eight year old she knew that read food labels. During my undergraduate degree I worked in a bakery and then later a health food store. I took two food-related elective courses and really realized I had an interest in all aspects of food. However, I decided to continue on in school in media studies (my BA is in Communications and Cultural Studies) and not pursue anything to do with food per se.

So here I was in grad school, baking cookies and experimenting making soup in my spare time, and having to figure out what to write my thesis about. Logically, what do I choose? Something about food, of course! I spent the past year writing about food television (think, Diners, Drive-Ins & Dives) so I could spend my time talking about food.

124 pages later, a couple of meltdowns and many sleepless nights later, and I finally finish my graduate degree.

By sheer chance (and this is definitely a lesson in how sometimes things just work out) a friend of mine’s summer plans fell through and we decided to book a trip together. That was in July. I have spent close to three months traveling, and now find myself back in the real world looking for my place (oh ya, and a job).

Just as food was my comfort during the past two years, I hope that I can find comfort again in something I love during this time of transition in my life. And I especially hope that I can share that comfort with others. Enjoy!

The Particular Eater