On the excite­ment front, lit­tle sis­ter (who’s a chef) got her­self a job in the UK and is fly­ing out tomor­row. So it’s good­bye to win­dow shop­ping, trav­el­ling and watch­ing movies together. We’ve raided most of the shop­ping malls in town try­ing to ade­quately pre­pare her for the Eng­land win­ter. She’s going to be in this pic­turesque lit­tle place on the South coast called Noss Mayo (pic­ture on the right).

She was kind of my activ­ity part­ner for the last year or so :) Though we’re quite like chalk and cheese as far as per­son­al­i­ties go, we share quite a few inter­ests. And we both quit our jobs around the same time. Actu­ally, she did first. And I fol­lowed soon after. My poor par­ents were in quite a state won­der­ing what the hell was hap­pen­ing with the two sis­ters and where they had gone wrong!

Years ago, there were times my par­ents were a lit­tle embarassed and con­fused about my sister’s career choice. In the town we come from, I doubt there are many who would choose it as a career. They didn’t know how to explain that their daugh­ter had cho­sen a career in the kitchen, when their friends’ kids were becom­ing doc­tors and engineers.

But I think she made a smart choice. She’s always been cre­ative and when I asked her once what she enjoys about the culi­nary arts, her answer was that it’s some­thing dif­fer­ent every­day. It gives you scope to exper­i­ment. You can do so many things with food. And you never get bored. Besides which she loves good food.

Now the par­ents can’t quite seem to grasp that their lit­tle daugh­ter is going off to another coun­try, and that too, to work. But I think they’re pretty pleased. And I even caught my usu­ally unflap­pable father get­ting a lit­tle emo­tional over the phone.

I guess it’s time for her to spread her wings.

Now that she’s leav­ing though, I’m won­der­ing who I’m going to call when I want to watch a first day first show with!