The sweet and simple satisfaction of a well-done Target run
This #thankyouthursday, I am grateful for the sweet and simple satisfaction of a well-done Target run.
One of the reasons I knew I was ready to finally move out of New York City was that, in my heart of hearts, I wanted to live closer to a Target. Five years later, I am five minutes away from one, and I pass it every time I take my kid to school.
It’s almost the last day of school, so I guess I was sort of celebrating this morning when I decided to stop by Target on the way home. I also needed a bunch of things, which, if you are a Target fan like I am, you know you don’t actually need to need anything to go there. But I’m trying to be a responsible spender, so it felt exciting to have a *true purpose.*
I decided to really make an experience out of it, particularly since I was there alone—aka no three-year-old to plead for an applesauce pouch from Starbucks or convince me to get the huge cart that’s meant to hold multiple children and is extremely unwieldy to steer.
Nope, it was just me, so I got myself a Starbucks treat of my own (obviously it contained cinnamon dolce), and I took my sweet time strolling the aisles, making slow and careful selections for items such as dishwashing detergent and laundry detergent and vitamins and protein powder.
Given that there is more than a week of no school before summer camp starts, I knew that today was a rare opportunity for a solo Target run. And I relished that opportunity. According to my app, I even saved $12.
I am in no way sponsored by Target (although to be honest I probably would accept an endorsement), but I am nonetheless grateful for Target, a place where addressing domestic needs somehow feels like a privilege rather than an obligation. And I’m grateful for a sweet and simple sense of satisfaction.
Love > fear,
Christina