shopping trip

This weekend was the first time since last summer I was able to have a relaxing day out with a buddy. No kid duties all day– only shopping and coffee in a lovely mall (3 malls, actually). I had no agenda. No errands that had to be run; just a lovely time with a friend and fellow ex-pat. Ah, it was nice.

One of the nicest things about the trip was that I didn’t have to worry about transportation. I know to all you folks at home that sounds weird, but having a friend that has her own car and driver can change your life.  And yes, we do have a car, but no driver and I am not going to drive here–so the Hubs has to go wherever I go. He thinks I will decide to drive here someday, but I’m pretty sure my heart can’t take the stress of it all.

My friend had an appointment so we went our separate ways for about an hour and a half. I have to say that it took me a good thirty minutes to sort of settle in and figure out what I really wanted to look at. I also had some more lovely cultural experiences. One was me getting nice and angry at a store when a lady uncivilly broke in front of me and clerk saw it but rang her up instead. I probably should have said something, but I wasn’t that attached to the ultra-plain black t-shirt, so I huffily left it at the counter and didn’t make my purchase. I know people here probably wouldn’t think that was rude, but I find it absurdly so.

I haven’t been shopping for myself in ages so I truly had no idea what kind of clothes I should buy or what I liked for that matter. Someday it would be nice to have my own stylist because I’m horrible at fashion (look who’s dreaming now). Thankfully, I found a couple of things, but I do mourn the loss of the GAP and Old Navy.

It is very strange to shop here. First of all, there are sales-people within two feet from you the entire time. Males, typically, and they drive me insane asking me if they can help me. I want to make a button to wear that says, “If I need you, I’ll let you know.”

But the award for most annoying sales clerk goes to a gal that tailed me all over this ultra-trendy shop the entire time. Her hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail (tight was the keyword to her entire ensemble), so perhaps she had in someway impaired whatever common-sense she might have otherwise have had. I love to browse in stores and see what I like and she was within two feet of me the entire time. There were a couple of times I tried to shake her, but that was futile. It probably didn’t make her day either that I only bought a $4 scarf. I just cannot shop with someone staring at me like I’m a thief the entire time–it’s unnerving.

Though I have to say that even with tight ponytail girl, it was a good, much needed shopping day that did not involve bargaining, haggling or “special prices.”

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groundhogs and such

I love Groundhog Day! I know it’s a quirky little non-holiday, but I have loved it ever since High School. That’s when me and my BFF decided it be wonderful if life was like Groundhog Day (the movie) and we could do crazy things like ask really cute underclassmen out on dates and the next day no one would remember. It would be especially great that no one would remember if by chance they said, uh, no. (This is all hypothetical here).

Anyway, I sometimes feel a little like my current life is a bit monotonous, like GHD. I stay home, a lot during the week. I go to church on Sunday. That about sums it up.

Unfortunately, I feel like most of the time I just let life just sort of happen without truly grabbing the bull by the horns and going after what I want. Some days I don’t even know what it is I do want and I get sidetracked by other things like comparing myself to others, feeling regret for past mistakes, dwelling on the negatives of life here, etc, etc. It’s the same old hang-ups that I would love to be rid of once and for all. But it’s hard to get this brain to think afresh after thirty-something years of the same way of thinking (remember when that show Thirty-something seemed like a show about old people? Yikes!)

Anyway, I’ve been on a journey for a few months now to replace all the false things I tell myself with Truth. It’s been amazing; God has been faithful. But there have been difficult times as I have reflected on some of the attitudes and behaviors I have had when I was in my late teens and twenties. And as much as I would love to go back and show a lot more love to folks and less judgment, alas, I don’t have a time-machine, so that’s out. I can only start where I am and go from here.

So this year I’m encouraged that Punxsutawney Phil did not see his shadow and that supposedly Spring will come early (well, it’s actually already here where I live, but that’s neither here nor there) and the long, cold days of Winter can move on, and so can I (wow, that’s a terrible ending, but it’s all I’ve got right now).