Lonely Illinois

#222: All Boxed Up

And the loneliness hits. At 7pm. On my 2nd Chicago Tuesday. When nothing awaits but a frozen meal. All of 250 calories. And around 100 pages of readings.

I miss laughter. I wish it came in those Chinese takeout boxes so I could just stick them in the fridge and consume when needed.

What I have on my plate now is being the representative for the exchange student group at the Kellogg Student Association. Monica would have been thrilled. I wonder what the role means outside of having something to do apart from just being locked up in this white box I now call my room. Well, it is another line in my CV. It is a reason to be happy. Small. But a reason.

Let me be happy. On a night like this, I need all reason I can get my hands on to be.