Countdown Day 8 – Strangers in a Strange Land

As I was strolling around Whole Foods tonight, I came to a realization.  Actually 2 realizations.  The first was that I think Whole Foods must put something into the air in there, because I wander around the store happy as a clam, instead of racing around like I do the rest of the time.  I felt so calm and stress-free, enjoying the sight of the fresh produce, sampling the scents in the bath and body section, drooling over the picture-perfect fruit tarts in the bakery case.  I’ve GOT to find out what they’re using to relax their customers and replicate it at home.  It’s possible that I’m just drawn to the impeccable order of their merchandise, which isn’t going to happen at home any time soon.

Anyway, what I had planned to write about was my second realization.  As I left Whole Foods, I thought I saw someone I knew.  I see friends everywhere, in fact, it’s pretty rare for me to do a few errands without running into someone.  At Whole Foods I quickly realized that she was not the person I thought she was, and that reminded me that I’ve hardly run into anyone lately.  Usually I see people at school, sports, activities, and organized outings…now that all of those are over and lots of people are taking vacation time, it feels kind of like the old days when I used to take adult-ed classes just to meet people.  Well, not quite as desperate as I was back then I guess, but it feels different.  And yes, I took roller blading, line dancing, and various other classes because I had nothing to do and nowhere to be.  No, I didn’t meet Ben there.

It’s hard to imagine that we’ll be spending 4 weeks in a town where we don’t know a soul.  Maybe we’ll meet some people – I hope we do, and we’ll have each other.  I think I will survive it, but I will miss the familiarity of running into friends in the citrus aisle.  On the other hand, it may be nice to only have one adult witness so we can swear each other to secrecy.

8. more. days.  😀

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