I have been saying to myself "love and noodles" since I started nursing school. It's my little motivation to keep pushing through just a few more years. I'm chasing love...and noodles.
I picture myself really living. Scared, alone, and in a new city. I'm 2,000 miles away from the place I knew as home and I'm starting fresh. I want an old run down studio apartment in a hidden treasure of a neighborhood in an old brick building with horrible heating, a place to call my own. When I'm feeling lonely I'll turn to pasta. It's been my staple my entire life and pasta and I have an unbreakable bond. I'll have a bowl of mac and cheese and push through.
I also want to find love. I want to find love in a kind, gentle man, with a good head on his shoulders and an adventurous side. Someone to share my new life with and a best friend to pal around with.
I'll find my niche and nursing is my ticket. I'll travel the world and make a difference in someone' life all while funding my dreams.
Ramen noodles in college. Angel hair pasta in my studio apartment. Spaghetti alla carbonara in Italy. Mac and cheese with my children. Adventure and accomplishments. Good company and life long memories. Love and Noodles.
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