Now we're not talking a bowl of cereal, or complimentary bagels and spreads at Google or anything like that. Not even my beloved McDonald's breakfast. No. I've been running to my (former) local bagel store. Fantastic. Yes, technically I don't live in New York City but that doesn't mean that the bagels aren't delicious. Unfortunately in this picture you can't tell how delicious the bagels are because they mistakenly put my bacon and egg with ketchup on a roll (like my sister's sandwich), but it was still wonderful.

Breakfast has been just yum, especially getting it at one of those great local places in my "old" town. It makes me feel good to be home, like I was back to those oh so carefree days without a worry just looking for something delicious to eat. The feeling doesn't last that long because pulling up to the hospital always acts as a somber reminder, but ordering, standing in line and those first bites are a comforting way to start the day.
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