It never occurred to me how much I would miss a simple comfort food. Cheese and tortillas. I was lucky enough to get to have a quesadilla last night with real salsa and sour cream. While it is not the cure all for my moods and all the pain I’m carrying around, it was a nice comfort that reminded me of being home with my mama. It was the first time in almost a week that I actually ate something.For a few hours I ate food that tasted good, played silly games, and had a good time with my friends.
It’s not everything, but it’s a start.
One that I am extremely grateful for.