Excerpt Twenty Two

 

“In the end. We only Regret the chances we didn’t take.” – Anonymous

The next morning I watched Eddie sleep for a few minutes, before deciding not to wake him. He was so handsome I recall thinking as I watched him sleep. I scooped up Simba and proceeded out to the terrace to enjoy a cup of coffee. You can feel like you’re in France. I remembered the pang of guilt that entranced me hearing Eddie speak those words last night. When should I tell him? I couldn’t wait until after I had gotten accepted, if I did. I had to let him out of the dark. What if he didn’t support this? I wondered if the school in Paris had received my application. It had been a few days. I reached for my I-pad to check my email. 

Bonjour Krista, we have received your application. While it is under review by our administration, can you participate in a Skype interview at any of the following times – Monday 9:00 AM  (Paris time) Tuesday 5:00 PM (Paris Time) Please let us know. This is the next step in the process. The interview will last approximately one hour and you will speak with several faculty members with your final conversation being with Mr. Franck Ramage, the professor of the wine program.

 

Oh my Lord. Thank you GOD! I was officially in the process of making this dream a reality. I immediately, without much thought responded that I could be available for the Tuesday time slot. Just then, Eddie appeared out of the bedroom and wiped his eyes with a yawn and stretch. “Good morning babe, wow. What a night- huh?” He smiled and grabbed a toothbrush. I quickly looked to confirm that my e-mail had sent regarding the Skype time slot, and then I stood up to give Eddie a big hug. 

Eddie started making one of my all time favorites … French toast. I sat and sipped my coffee and read through a travel magazine. I loved lazy mornings with Eddie. Him cooking something delectable and allowing me to relax and speak when I want to, watch him, or just stare at a book or the TV.

“So, you know I am pretty miserable at my job. I have been thinking a lot.” I knew this conversation needed to happen. I had just set up a Skype interview. 

“Yeah. So what are you thinking? What are you going to do about it?” He took the spatula and flipped the egg drenched, perfectly caramelized oval slice of bread, and the pan sizzled.

“What do you think about me going back to school? Like not working for a bit, I feel burned out.” I looked at him in anticipation.

“I think, I mean, honestly whatever makes you happy. I know it’s cliché but that’s all I want for you.” He started to dip more bread in the custard.

“So, okay…I. um. I was looking at schooling abroad. Just ya know, because I can’t imagine doing something basic. It would have to be worth it.” I said hesitantly.

I was secretly falling asleep nightly to the dream of living in France.