shell

i miss sunday night dinners at camp. they were by far my least favorite meal of the week. the ham was basically rubber and every other part of the meal came from a can. i almost always just ate peanut butter and jelly instead. on some sundays, i would refuse to eat the turkey subs for lunch so that would be two peanut butter and jelly's in one day. but, what i would do to be sitting around a wooden table that was designed for four people with eight full size adults. i can think of so many sundays that i would drag myself to dinner and complain throughout the whole meal because i was so damn tired of ham and yams. but, now it is gone. i will make a turkey sandwich for dinner in a few minutes and i will most likely eat alone, simply because my roommates are out or doing homework. hey, we aren't all handed a schedule at the beginning of the week that tells us to come to the ranch dining hall at six for dinner. my meal will not be interrupted by silly camp cheers. i wont stack the cups at the table or drink the sweetest tea in the world. i will eat, clean up after myself, and move on. dinner will not be an event. no one will jump down from the rafters to scare the campers and there will be no after dinner dodgeball festivities.

life moves on, but god i miss it.