Reality.

So here I am.

Sitting in a 24 hour silent study lounge.

Not studying.

Listening to Simon and Garfunkel.

Eating a berry fruit leather strip.

And debating a Frosty.

When it hit me.

The big realization.

An epiphany, you might say.

Although I don't believe this would be the right context...

Anyway.

Reality struck.

Here it is:

I haven't eaten a fresh, home meal in over a month.

Isn't it frightening?

Gives me shivers just thinking about it!

In the onset shock and awe, I decided to browse some old pictures from this summer.

What did I find to appease my visual appetite, you may ask?

Well, let me tell you.

Asian Lettuce Wraps!

Circa sometime in August.

A good memory of real food.

Not mass produced.

Not from a menu.

From a mommy.

And a cookbook.

Made in a normal kitchen.
With Ramen, no less.

And assembled at my table.

By me.

Doesn't that just sound delightful?

A rare delicacy, if you will?

Ahh, the sentimentality is welling up inside me!

Makes the prospect of going home more exciting.

Beyond seeing that precious family again ;)

Not only that, though.

This wave of realization has made me even more excited to have my own apartment.

I know its over a semester away...

But I've already started to look =)

I mean, with the promise of cooking.

And eating my own food.

Why wouldn't I be excited?