I missed the fact that everyone there knew me and smiled as I passed. It was hard to be just another nameless shopper in the grocery
There were 13 items on my shopping list, and I couldn’t find any of them. Yet I had 26 items in my cart. But they were all at good prices. At least so I thought.
I was also hungry. I never did end up touching those whole wheat chocolate crackers, but they looked good at the time.
It was my first shopping trip as a relocated newlywed in the big city of Brooklyn, and I stumbled around the grocery trying to find the items on my list without bumping into too many people.
As I walked through the aisles, trying to locate the dry cereal and wondering why each store keeps it in a different place, I began to feel homesick. I missed the big grocery store in Monsey. I missed the parking lot with ample parking spaces outside and the way I knew what I’d find in each aisle.
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