In addition to my weird passion for grocery stores, I’m particularly fond of the book sections. Sorely. I’m so very grateful to have it back. And this was heartbreaking, because there was a time where I visited bookstores nearly every day of my life, browsing the titles, sitting with a cup of coffee to read or write, soaking in the inspiration and ambience, the sheer psychic energy that comes with being surrounded by the works of other authors. In fact, there were at least four aisles of books, including tables where titles were stacked and displayed.Īt that point in our #vanlife journey, we hadn’t had much opportunity to visit bookstores, thanks to pandemic restrictions. In addition to food and groceries the place sold just about anything you can imagine-tools, camping supplies, electronics, and best of all, books. And especially stores like the one we were exploring, which was more of a big box store chain, I guess (albeit one I’d never heard of prior to that visit). I don’t know what it is, exactly, but they bring me great comfort. It was some private time for both of us-something we need, every now and then, when circumstances (such as rain or other inclement weather) have us cooped up for too long. Kara was doing some solo browsing of her own. I was in an Meijer’s grocery story in Michigan, about a year ago, taking the time to explore the aisles and be “not in the van” for an hour or so.
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