Hope...in a box...

I had been indoors all day. The skies were grey. I made some tea and ate the left over noodles from the night before.

I looked at the time, my package. I got a note that said I had a package at the nearby post, waiting for me...

I dressed up hurriedly and left my apartment munching on a piece of dried meat that I had mistakenly dried up in the oven. It was supposed to be juicy and soft but I had slept off and now, it was more like a beef jerky. On my wait out, I almost fell over the boxes of a newly arrived resident. The taxi was parked right in front of the building, his bags and boxes all over the entrance.

I gave him a loud and cheery HI! as I passed and got a huge smile in return. Just to make him feel less lonely...if he was...I don't know...making someone feel welcome in a new place can be nice, I thought.

The skies were still grey and a curtain of fog hung over the heads of the people on the street. I walked purposefully, like I was on a mission. I thought of what others would think of me, they would think "there goes a woman that knows what she is doing in life", the thought that I was fooling innocent passersby made me smile. 

The guy at the counter was nice. He wasted no time getting my package.

I walked out of the shop with a new spring in my step....my friend had sent me a package...

I got home and opened it...and...

It was hope...hope in a box.

How do you say "thank you" to that?

She knew...

(Sorry, my phone really takes terrible pictures)