The streets were fairly quiet as I was driving to the grocery store at 10:45pm tonight.
It was the first time I’d had a chance all day to get to the store. We needed milk for the morning.
As I drove there I thought about what a novelty it was to be able to grocery shop at that hour.
The supermarket I go to at home closes as 9pm, or 5pm on the weekends.
All of a sudden I was excited for my little errand.
I’m. in. America. I thought to myself.
It’s the little things I miss about home. (Well, the little things and a few big things like my family and church.)
But I miss being able to grocery shop late at night when I’m free to roam the isles slow and steady and feel like the place is there just for me.
So tonight, even an inconvenient errand didn’t seem so inconvenient.
In fact, it seemed kinda fun.
Q for you: Before I moved to Australia I used to do my grocery shopping most Sunday nights around 10pm. I enjoyed my late-evening weekly ritual. Do you ever do your grocery shopping at night? Or is that only when you need to run in and grab a one-off for some special reason?
p.s. This is yesterday’s post. My internet wasn’t working when I tried to post it last night.
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