The familiarity of getting back into cooking and buying supplies is exciting. Oddly enough I sort of missed grocery shopping and experimenting with food, not to say my mom's cooking didn't suffice because it sure did, but sometimes it's fun to fend for one’s self for a season.
Being home for six weeks you really notice the difference between a very small beach town and a large crazy city.
For example A couple of hours ago when I was buying supplies at BLICK (my go to art store) the man at the cashier accidental forgot to ring up two of my items and had to make another transaction and ended up feeling so bad he gave me his employee discount, so that was nice. As I walked out of the store carrying my under paid for items an odd old man was riding his bike and the area I live in can best be described in one word, sketchy so that might give you some context as to why I call this man "odd". Anyways It was dark out and I wore a hoodie for a specific reason but forgot to put it back on and as a result this "odd" man yells "hey pretty girl" continually (hence the specific reason). So as this man is yelling, he swerves on his bike and barely misses oncoming traffic. A little shocked, I continued to walk with my hood now on, thinking that would scare him enough to keep him quiet, but instead he now starts yelling "I ALMOST DIED FOR YOU" and yes, this is continual as well. Eventually I made my way into a crowded enough area where I could make myself disappear and he finally gave up all hope.
You just don't get stories like this in a small beach town.
It's good to be back
Happy hump day!
-DG
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