Cornflake Dreams

#220: The Reality of Kellogg



























































































































































I still walk on the left side of the street. I wish I didn't have to reconfigure my laptop to be able to connect to the new network. I wish course packs came free - the way they did in Sydney - and not cost my ailing wallet U$260. I still ache for the comfort that a hug from Andrew brings at the end of the day. But Kellogg is Kellogg. I have stared at that name for a long time. I have kept it secret, lest the dreamless steal that dream away.

And now I am here, amidst leaveless trees that outline the veins of such beautiful campus. I am enveloped by all things purple mixed with the uncomfortable scent of Chinese cooking. The love of learning wakes me up and makes me walk 15 minutes to our building. Expectant, sometimes unsure of myself, but never uncertain that I should be here.

Cold air ushers me home quickly to see the face of my beloved from across the seas, through the wires that keep Skype alive. (Thank God for Skype!). And I drink deep of each day, taking in the new while looking forward to home. This is the last leg of the program. This is the icing on my cake. My cherry awaits at the other side of the airport.