I felt like such an adult as I
carefully removed two slices of bread,
two slices of cheese, two slices of ham,
from their respective Ikea ziplock baggies.
The honey-mustard made it, in a little deli packet,
but it was sustenance,
and I had made it,
and I had planned ahead.
Perhaps this was adulthood, I reasoned,
although no one has come up with a definition yet:
getting on trains
watching the countryside
eating your own sandwich
purchasing ziplock bags.