The grocery store closest to me is 7 miles away, but I’m more like to go to the one 22 miles away when I’m at work. The close one is in a lower-class neighborhood, and the far one is in an upper-class neighborhood, and since these trips to my hometown began and needing to buy groceries given my sister’s diet, I’ve had some sort of PTSD reaction in the parking lot at the closer grocery store, which for some reason reminds me of needing to shop in my hometown. It doesn’t happen at the farther one. I don’t know why.
That's a long way to go to get groceries - either of them. Though it was normal to me when I was growing up. One of the reasons why I am a pantry hoarder.ReplyDelete