Floater

I’ve been thinking recently. You know, those random thoughts about nothing. Where is my lunchbox? I mean, it was one of those things growing up as a kid that I was so terribly attached to. In the young days (yes, I used to be shorter than I am now :-)) I used to have a He-Man or Thundercats lunchbox, you know, the kind made of tin with hinges and opened up like a briefcase?

Then as I got older, I started carrying a mini duffle style makeshift lunchbox. I don’t really remember how I transitioned into that lunchbox, but one semester my mom packed my lunch in there and I took it with. My mom :-). Just the thought of her makes me smile. I miss waiting for her to finish packing my lunch so I could leave for school. My friends were always envious of the extravagant lunches I used to take with me. Maybe that’s why i love food so much today. I mean, all I talk about is food, and how good a cook my mom is, and how good this restaurant is and how great the food is in Hong Kong.

Then as I progressed into Community College, I started taking a flask. You know the kind that keep your food nice and warm. The best food you can take in a flask has got to be my moms spaghetti mixed with soy. I can still picture myself in between classes or at lunch breaks with a real fork, not one of those fake plastic things, just chomping away, content. I can taste it now. Maybe I’ll ask my mom to make that for me next week, you know, for old times sake. She used to pack everything, a fork, a napkin neatly folded diagonally, and a frozen bottle of water. Lunch for one.

In college it was easy living on campus. Food at the cafeteria. No problems. Didn’t taste great but who’s complaining.

Now, it’s mainly buying lunch. Oh how I despise buying lunch every single day. I do make myself lunch once in a while, but it’s not the same as mom’s packed lunch. If I do take lunch, it’s usually wrapped in tinfoil and shoved into a ziplock bag.

Where is my Lunchbox?