life is like a fedex box of chocolates

Kaedi dorm stoop

Kat just passed out chocolate Cadbury eggs. Stale little candies from Easter. Delicious little candies from Easter. God love you Kat. Our ensuing joy shocks us as we stuff our mouths with the chalky, half-melted treats. Small comforts from home mean more and more every day, especially since I packed so few in my luggage. On a related note, mail came today, another coveted import from the States. It came for some of us anyway… From my tone, you might gather, I am not of the postally loved group of trainees. Sigh.

Today is hot enough that I haven’t the energy to complain or greedily inspect other trainees’ packages. In fact, I have exactly enough calories to sit, sweat, and lift stale chocolate to my lips. Pass those eggs Kat.

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Ah, the roller coaster that is stage. I go from culinary elation to gloomy perspiration and back again not five minutes later. Please enjoy the quote that released me from my funk, courtesy of the beloved Kat:

“I have something called the fifteen minute rule. If it’s been on the floor for under fifteen minutes, I eat it. If it’s been on the floor for over fifteen, I blow it off and eat it. That’s how I got into the Peace Corps.”