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The thing about shopping is...

it's awesome.

Although to some this may seem obvious. It became apparent to me rather recently. Some of us are slower at learning things.

Interestingly enough, I hate (feel free to substitute the word loathe if you're feeling dramatic) malls. I don't even like going to the movies or restaurants that are located at malls. I'll compromise from time to time when social situations are at risk, but in a perfect world I would never have to visit these evil locations. Summer '09: The quest to stay on top of bills, one of my 5 jobs was at Nordstrom, for about 2 weeks. It was luckily a short period of time since I was hired as extra help for their annual sale. Had it been longer than that mere 14 days, I may have sworn off Nordi's for life. A true miracle at work.

Finding places outside of malls to fulfill my shopping cravings (mild and seldom cravings of course, balance is one of my strengths) is quite easy. I generally stick to moderately priced beach boutiques...and by that I mean cheap stores owned by Asians, in OB. They happen to be right in my geographic and financial range. Why wouldn't I stop in and take a look after my Saturday morning (okay afternoon) jont to get coffee? I can also find unique things in these "boutiques" that others won't have, mostly because they're not purchased from a sub-par "mall" store. The way I say mall is similar to the way I say Sharon...and the tone of Jerry Seinfeld's greeting for Newman.
Last weekend I found myself shopping in downtown San Diego, at Horton Plaza you ask? No. That would be a mall. Obviously I find the downtown stores outside of the mall much more appealing. As I walked down the street, with sky scrapers surrounding me, just for a second...I pretended to be Carrie Bradshaw (embarrassing. Don't act like it's never crossed your mind). In reality, although I'm not a 30-something single living in Manhattan, I found such joy carrying my shopping bags, along with my fake Coach bag, through town taking it all in and appreciating the culture. Not even minor harassment from a hobo got me down. In fact, I didn't even want to retaliate until later that day. Sometimes my slowness is beneficial for others.

If I had to articulate how shopping makes me feel, which seems like the whole point right now, I would say this: Shopping makes me feel independent; using my own skrill to make purchases and not having to tell anyone about it (except for all of you) It makes me hopeful; for upcoming fun events where I can wear my newly purchased garments. It makes me happy; duh. It brings about a feeling of productivity and efficiency; I often find great things for great prices in less than 2 hours!

Long story short, Life is good. And so is shopping.

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