It's the first day of the rest of my life. Recently I realized that I have been a full-time course-taking graduate student for six consecutive years now. Six long years of coursework. If you count being an undergrad and culinary school, that makes 10 out of the last 11 years in higher education taking courses. That's a long, long time. And I'm tired.

Don't get me wrong. I have loved coursework (and still do). I've learned (and forgotten) more than I can say. But lately I've started to get a little weary. I'm so, so excited about the research I'm doing – or not doing, I should say, because the courses take up so much of my time.

But today, as I said, is a very special day. Last night I attended the last course that I will ever have to take. Oh, I'm sure I'll take a class here and there before and after I finish my degree. But I won't have to, and that matters.

Very soon, I hope to be blogging more, to have the time to pursue all the thoughts and ideas I've been pushing back for lack of time lately. It's all very exciting.