I’m so hungry.

The first thing I want to do is eat. I feel like I have been dreaming of food for an eternity or um .. 67 years to be exact. I don't remember dreaming but I have a feeling I did. About food. I want something HOT. I can't seem to shake this feeling of being cold. I wish they would hurry up and finish explaining all the details.... blah blah 2019 blah things are different...blah blah cell phone (whatever that means) blah blah money card... blah blah..clumsy....blah -I want food. Finally they open the door and there is bright sunshine like I have never felt before. It feels me with warmth all over. I take a second and let it soak in, I take a deep breath, open my eyes and ask "where do we eat?"

"What kind of food do you want?" asks my friend, oops- I have already forgotten their name.

I wonder about this question. What kind of food?

"I am not sure I understand your question", I reply.

"Well there is some really good Thai food down the street, or we could get tacos from the taco truck, pizza, burgers, hot wings, Chinese, sushi... pretty much anything you can imagine is close at hand."

Well this is interesting, anything I can imagine eh? I only understood about three of things they said. Let me think.

"Well if you hadn't eaten in 67 years, what would you eat?" I ask.

"Well I'm gluten free and lactose intolerant but I do like Thai food and tacos."

Again I have no idea what that means but I say "take me to your favorite restaraunt".

So my new friend and I start walking. I feel like I'm walking on air. I know my body is moving but I am not sure who is in control. There are people everywhere. People of all different colors. I don't remember ever seeing so many non-white people. People smile and say hello, some are pre-occupied with their, what I now know is their "cell phone". We get to the restaraunt and right away the smell awakens something in me, something new and exciting. My friend orders for us and when the food comes I am a little nervous. I am not sure about the colors and the chunks that I can't identify covered in a bright green sauce. In 1952 we ate some pasta, lots of meat, and many casseroles so I am familiar with not being able to identify what I am eating. I don't remember anything that looked or smelled like this. The food tastes like fireworks look, I want to lick the plate clean. We leave the restaraunt and go to an ice cream shop. I remember ice cream. We had chocolate, vanilla and strawberry. Here there are 22 flavors- and some, like lavender, don't seem edible. But it is creamy, exciting and delicious. More friends of my friend show up, people are curious about me. I guess being frozen for a few decades is not an everyday thing. I appreciate the fact that they don't treat me like a freak even though I am asking a lot of questions. I feel childish but the people around me don't treat me like a child. Everyone is repectful and non judgemental which is a bit different from the world I came from. I can't seem to remember anyone's name but I am told that this is a side effect of being frozen and hopefully over time my short term memory will improve. I tell my friend I am still hungry. She takes me to get hot wings. I have no idea what this could possibly mean. They are in fact tiny parts of the chicken covered in a sauce that makes me cry. We wash it down with a beer. I remember beer but now there are so many different kinds of beer I feel like it must be a joke. I have this urge to see and taste everything. Who knew the world could be so full of flavor and color and magic. The best part is- no one is telling me I can't see this, or try that, or go there. It seems that nothing is off limits. People are mixing everything up. Anyone can marry anyone, there are places that serve chicken and waffles...together. I am overwhelmed by how big the world feels and I have anxiety about not being to see and taste it all. I am 35, which everyone keeps telling me is the "new 20". "There is time" my friend reassures me as we walk down the busy street in the morning. People around us have their lattes, and I have an unquenchable optimism that the world is a wonderful place.