Well, it finally happened, and it was just like everyone said it would be! I was a little nervous at first, but it turned out to be sort of fun and not nearly as messy as I feared.

Yes, that’s right: I tried sushi for the first time. It’s been one of my dirty little secrets that I managed to reach nearly twenty two years on this earth without ever eating it; every once in a while someone would find out and I’d have to explain that it’s not that I’m against sushi in and of itself, I just wasn’t sure that I was ready to take such a big step. I don’t think it’s wrong that other people eat sushi, but is sushi really right for me?

So when there began to be talk of going to get some sushi last night, I was timid at first but everyone assured me I didn’t have to go straight to raw fish if I didn’t want to. I could start slow. The sushi would be tender and compassionate, understanding of my needs. And that’s how it came to be that after a little fumbling around with the chopsticks and wasabi, I ate my very first cucumber roll. And I liked it.