For someone who is already feeling too crowded, too much stuff, and too many people...Walmart is the last place a sane and normal person would go. Go ahead-move me into the insane and not normal categories. After a day of getting things sorted so I can leave for New Orleans early tomorrow morning, Mom returned from her visit with Dad and wanted to go to Walmart. We had talked about it earlier in the day. Actually, we had talked about Walmart and Aldi's-death by discount store!
My mistake was agreeing in my mind to going to Walmart the way I go to Walmart when I have absolutely no other shopping option...in and out as quickly as possible. Mom shops at Walmart as if it were a museum to be savored. Me, I felt like the five-year old little girl who used to wander around the department stores looking for my Mommy. After getting everything on my list in 15 minutes and circling the store for hour or so, I found her in the towels looking for something very soft for my Dad.
Everything moves slower here. I know that, but it doesn't make it any easier. I feel like I'm driving my life with the brakes on. Not only are we squeezing into other people's lives, we are struggling to gear down to a very different speed and pace that is not our own. I live alone by choice and love it. I have not been alone since we left France on October 22. Tomorrow I head to New Orleans bright and early-alone-in my rental car-with only my old friend I-55 to keep me company. Heaven awaits!
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