All the things I'll miss at target

an attempt to process my attachment

Please know that this is me processing what is a DEEP attachment to my beloved, now boycotted place of goodness, target.

Unlearning consumerism is HARD, and I am no better than anyone else in this respect. So here is my attempt at learning to letting go and commemorating all the memories captured there.

I am directionally challenged in nearly every capacity, but in target I know exactly where I am at all times. Its the one place Jess gets lost and I have the answer every time. Something about that place just makes sense to me.

I will miss wandering down the clothing aisles, looking at a new tank or the joy lab line I used to love so much.