Trevor packed me a lunch today. I told him I forgot my lunch at home and it bummed me out because money is tight and contrary to popular belief, Minneapolis is not that much cheaper than New York when it comes to everyday expenditures. He had just bought a truckload of groceries and was gracious enough to share them with me. Add to that, he got up at the ungodly hour of 7:45am to do so (he usually gets up around 11amish). He made me a tuna salad sandwich (meaning he mixed the Miracle Whip and tuna this morning too), put some pineapple in a container, potato chips in a ziplock, a little Vitamin Water, and a fun size 3 Muskateers and Reese's Peanut Butter cup for dessert.
The little things go a long way. Whenever I get caught up in my head about why I moved and how life was much easier when I was single I just remember all the wonderful tokens of love I experience each day, whether from Trevor, my kitty, a friend, or the city.
It was the best tasting tuna sandwich ever.
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