Chef and I met at a resort in the Rocky Mountain in the Summer of 2007. I was escaping an ex-boyfriend for the summer by working at the hotel, and Chef was in the apprenticeship program - we both ended up in the same restaurant that season. As soon as we met, that was it. I remember the exact moment our eyes first met - I couldn't think of anything else to say, so I asked his name again. We spent the summer making trips to Banff, sightseeing, and spending many late nights talking until 4am. When classes were ready to start again, I couldn't believe it. I didn't want the summer to end. I even thought about not going back, about taking distance-ed through Athabasca U just so that I could stay. But in the end, I said goodbye and went home. We didn't expect to see much of eachother after that but promised to stay friends.
As it turns out, we kept up our nightly conversations through phonecalls, and both happened to be going to Toronto at the same time to visit family. We met up there a few weeks later, and it was like nothing had changed. After that, the phone calls never stopped, and we flew back and forth between the Rockies and the West Coast to visit.
Finally, after a few years of stolen moments, summer jobs, and weekend visits, Chef finally finished his apprenticeship and moved to BC. I'm now in grad school and he's now running a kitchen at a boutique hotel in Vancouver. I'm so glad that we never gave up. It was tough, but it always felt so much easier being together part-time than not being together at all. I'm so happy that I get to spend the rest of my life with him.
It was meant to be...congrats :)
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