Tremendous Blondette

When I don’t know how I feel, I go to Target. It allows me to wander around and process.  I gave a neighborhood bonus points last week while scouting homes because of its proximity to Target. In fact, I can be quoted as saying, “few things make me happier than Target.” Okay, so you may be thinking I’m crazy and have no life because I wander around Target when I get restless or confused by what I’m feeling or when I’m just bored. I also can’t walk in for actual shopping without looking at areas that are not on my list.

I like Target. I like browsing. I like being somewhere other than my apartment. Wandering around Target with nothing more than ideas or moodiness just lets me see what could be. It allows me to visualize and have tangibility to my ideas.

Some people go to parks, museums, the gym, or do housework (yeah, that one baffles me too.) For me, I’m always looking for some sort of emotional connection to what I’m doing. That connection can come from intellectual stimulation, creative stimulation, or physical stimulation. (ha. that’s NOT what I meant you dirty, dirty readers. oh, Hi Dad!) Target just happens to be a convenient location with lots of stuff that appeals to me.