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Lessons in Big City Livin'


On Wednesday, I was both a fool and a hero. 
I had ventured off by myself to do some grocery shopping while Camaron stayed home with the kids. I rode the bus by myself for the first time (should I be embarrassed that that makes me kind of proud?), and made my way to Target. It's not exactly the ideal grocery store, but there's honestly not much to choose from in our area, and I would never pass up an opportunity to visit Target. I brought our big backpack -because how else do you get all of your purchases home when you don't have a car? (Something I had never really thought about until we got here). 

I made it safely to Target (Yay!) and grabbed a cart and got to shopping. Since it's a bus ride away, and it's not the easiest to bring the kids on the bus, I wanted to make this shopping trip count so I wouldn't have to do it again in like two days (probably with the kids). So I ended up with quite a little haul. But I had made sure to buy the smaller size of most items, and I did pass up a lot of things that I knew I didn't absolutely need this trip. I had also brought two shopping bags (bags here cost $0.05 each at all of the stores, fyi), so I kept eyeing my cart and I knew I could still get everything to fit in the backpack and the two bags for my trip back home.

I got to the register, the lady scanned all of my stuff and helped me load it all up. Luckily, it did all fit! Barely. Then I said bye to the nice cashier and went to put on my full backpack. I almost fell over slinging it on. It was so, so heavy. It was difficult to stand up straight. Next, I went to lift my bags. Oh wow, those were incredibly heavy too. They were large paper Trader Joe's bags and were filled to the brim, so I could barely even wrap my finger around the handles. This was not good.

As I approached the store escalator with all of my groceries in tow, all I could think of was that a scene from Home Alone was about to happen. I just knew my grocery bags were gonna rip and everything would break and/or roll everywhere. Luckily, I was wrong and the bags held. My fingers were already white with pain as the handles of the bags dug into my knuckles (luckily, they went numb pretty quickly). And I still had to carry all this stuff the couple blocks to the bus stop.

But I persevered!

I just held tight and tried to stand as straight as I could and slowly made my way. Sure, people were staring, I almost was stung by a bee (seriously, it was in my hand and I didn't realize it),  and my huge backpack probably got in some people's faces on the incredibly-crowded bus, but I made it. We made it (I'm giving those bags credit). We all made it home. 

And never again will I be a fool and use a grocery cart to shop when I don't have a car. Baskets, people. Baskets! That's what you need to use, so you know right off if things are getting too heavy.
You're welcome.

7 comments

  1. You should take a giant Ikea bag next time!! But really, you're amazing for doing that.

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    1. I'm so tempted to take one of our big rolly pieces of luggage next time, but Camaron thinks that would be embarrassing. Please.

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  2. Lol... Embarrassing or genius? I'm sure you will enjoy many moments of asking yourself that same questions as your bus riding frequency increases ;)

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  3. I'm with Danielle. :)

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  4. Girl, you are a writer! Your story had me on the edge of my labchair. So intense and suspenseful. So glad you and the groceries made it home safe. You are definitely Hero -- not fool.

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  5. So. I totally had THE SAME experience almost when we lived in England. It's awful. I used to take a stroller (no kids) to load up with the groceries when we really needed a big grocery haul. And, yes, baskets, always baskets. Good luck! Getting used to public transport, especially with babies, is HARD! But you can do this!

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