Q: How long does it take a girl to come to her senses and make herself feel at home in a new town?
A: As long as it takes her to find and frequent the nearest Trader Joe's.
I love a good farmers market. There are 6 of them within walking or biking distance from my house, selling yummy, locally grown organic fruits and veggies, and all kinds of other delights. But when I walked into Trader Joe's last weekend, I felt like I had found home in a dream where I had been lost a thousand years. There it was. Same as in every town I've lived in. Had never moved. It was only I who had forgot it was there. What familiarity it held. The scent, the layout of the place, the friendly faces and floral shirts and pre-packaged gluten-free gourmet-ish...foodstuffs, microwaveable produce...in plastic shrink wrap, and fruit in...plastic boxes...from...Argentina...or Chile. Yes, somehow, Trader Joe's is an island in the sea. Its non-local, non-recyclable, organic-from-far-flung-republics products calling to me like...like...like a lover I should have long ago outgrown but is too damned good to let go. Ahhh. Sweet Joe.
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bahahahahahahahahah I felt exACTly the same way when I found the TJs there in Portland. Was it the one in NE or NW? Either way, I totally GET YOU!!!!!! and love you. that was the best run on sentence I've read in a long time!
ReplyDeletelove that you love a good run-on. :) it was the TJ's in NW. those glass doors slid open for me like i imagine the pearly gates would...come, darling, we've been waiting for you. do. do come in.
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