I Am in Receipt of a Package

I come back from a class that, frankly, crushed my soul, and I find a package slip. I head up to my room to drop off my bag and I think that I'm a bit peckish, and the package could probably wait until tomorrow. But then, as I'm responding to a message, I think that the box probably has snacks in it.

So I head in the direction that the slip says the post office is. I walk up the hill, I see this church. I've been walking for a while, and the numbers of the buildings are making zero sense: 89, 98, 103, 115, 125. And the other side of the street: 92, 93, 124. It's utter madness. I turn around and head back to the dorm and ask for directions. 

 Turns out, it's just past that church. I was so close!! As I've been walking, I'm reading over the slip and I see 7,2kg. I whip out my handy-dandy converter and I'm thinking, "15 pounds! You've got to be kidding me! How am I going to carry this thing?" While the customs form says it weighs 15.14lbs, it was more awkwardly square than heavy. And speaking of heavy things, Mama & Papa, let's not mail things that heavy... they're expensive to mail. 

But here's my box, home in all it's glory! I pop it open and what do I find? Dust. It seems one of the mashed potato packages was a bit crushed. Guess I'm having mashed potatoes with my taco salad tonight! Then I proceeded to cram almost an entire peanut butter granola bar in my mouth. Prepackaged food, how I've missed you! Not that I haven't loved learning how to cook and feeling super adult-like and self-sufficient, but sometimes a girl just needs a granola bar.

In summary: I finally got the package that was mailed September 4th, the post office is a bit of a walk away, I'm having mashed potatoes and taco salad for dinner, and my parents love me.

And I love them, too. Aitäh!