dear you,

i sit here chugging vanilla tea, listening to mewithoutyou, trying to muster up some type of creative spirit to write down my feelings about the final week in chicago. in all honesty, i'm tired. i mean, really. i'm tired.

you see, six of us went to an aids support center today. we worked back in the pantry area, supplying food to those who spend the majority of their money on medicine.

i woke up at 5.45

left at 7.00

arrived at 8.00

sat from 8.00-9.00 waiting for the building to open

worked from 9.00-4.00

got home at 5.00

all of this equals tiredness.

it was a good time though, for sure. i basically walked around in a square gathering protein, calcium, vegetables, fruit, and grains. i occasionally talked to some of the recipients, but mostly kept to myself. i left the building feeling a large ball of curiosity beginning to form inside me, wondering this: how many people do i pass, while walking the streets of downtown chicago, that have aids and are able to hide it behind nice clothes, white skin, and respectful jobs? how fair is that?

sincerely,

shae