But a few weeks ago when I mowed over a snake (YES A SNAKE!) in my yard, I started to rethink this whole living in the country thing. That is, until my sister told me that she find snakes all the time in the brush around their house. My sister, who lives right smack in the suburbs of an extremely metropolitan city. So I apparently will need to just get used to the snakes(?!?) and continue living the dream.
That said, however, there are some things about city living that I do indeed miss. Sidewalks, for example. And being able to run to the store for some milk, or bananas, or shampoo, and be home within the hour. But one thing alone tops that list.
So when we moved away from the city and entered country life amid Amish neighbors and boisterous bovine, one of the places I missed the most was ... well, it was Target. Seriously. I used to go there to wander. Especially when my kids were toddlers. I would follow my nose through every clearance section in our (then) local Super Target and amble through every department, just to browse. Ahhh, just remembering it makes me want to go change into khakis and a red t-shirt while holding a scanner of some sort and declare happy greetings to every passer-by (i.e. my kids and husband).
Well, today after an appointment in the city of LeBron, I got to return to that beloved retail kingdom. Something I haven't done in months (due to the inconvenient location of the nearest Target). Along with the wedding gift for which I had gone, I snagged some