As usual, this week has been LOOOONNNGGG. Even though I took Monday off, everything about the rest of the week has been miserable: freaking snow, cold weather, nonsense at work, and to top it all off, the poor little doodle has been sick.
Like many other bloggers, I have a problem with retail therapy. There's something about the bright lights of department stores, or just getting cash back at Ebates, that makes me want to throw my money around and buy things.
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TFM was always one of the highlights of the trip. My grandma would already have huge, fresh cinnamon breadsticks waiting for us when we arrived, and my parents would always walk over there with us and would allow us a free sample of coffee (at ten years old, getting a tiny sample of coffee was a HUGE deal). Sure, I only took one or two sips before tossing it, but it was the principle of the thing.
The first time I went there was after a particularly long week. I think I had cried almost every day that week, and I was unsure of a lot of things in the future. Even walking into the Fresh Market made me tear up, because it reminded me of Williamsburg, and now that it's been almost a year since we lost my grandma, it reminds me that trips to Williamsburg will never be the same.
As I was checking out that day, the cashier gave me a free rose--NO IDEA why they were giving out free roses, but it made me feel like it was a small sign from my grandma, telling me to stop crying already, things are never really that bad. (And as I type this I feel like I've told this story before, so my apologies if you're getting a total repeat.)
What's your happy place?