Gone to Texas, Part Three

I arrived in San Antonio today at about 4:00 pm. My parents are not at home and will not be home until later tonight. They hid the house key and told me where to find it, so I was able to easily let myself in.

I'm grateful for the safety I've experienced on my journey so far, but on finding myself in a strange new place all by myself today, all I wanted to do was go somewhere familiar. I wanted to forget about the fact that my life is full of change right now. I wanted to find comfort in bright lights and well-known aisles . . .

I went to Target.

What is it about Target that is so comforting? I only bought a few things, and they were things I needed, not wanted. So I wasn't shopping my problems away . . . Maybe it's because Target is clean, and there aren't boxes of product on the floor, obstructing my walking patterns. Whatever it is, it is good. I really needed to wander around a place that made me feel like not everything is topsy-turvy.

Anyway, I'm here in San Antonio, alone. But safe and warm. I'm trying to figure out how to use my parents' new TV remote. So far, I haven't been successful, and it bothers me a lot. Why can't TV remotes be intuitive? And why do I feel the need to throw it at the TV? Violence never solved anything . . .

Thing I'm thankful for: Maine blueberry jam. Yummmee!