I think I can say for sure that I’m getting over my illness- I was well enough to go into Boston yesterday (‘well enough’ in that my desperation for ice cream outweighed my physical weakness) and, in spite of the aches and temperature fluctuations of a sick sleep, I’m feeling pretty good.
Which is excellent because I’m taking a short trip this weekend, and won’t be around to update the blog for a few days.
Now, to the post at hand:
I hope I’m not overstepping my boundaries in telling a story that isn’t originally mine, but rather Mom’s. I think it’s so universal-
When she was a little girl Memom and Pop Pop gave her a certain amount of money with which to buy back-to-school clothes. At the shop, she fell in love with a little white top, but if she bought it she wouldn’t have really had enough funds left to make any other purchases. She didn’t get it, but she still remembers it, rather than any of the things she did buy.
She remembers is pretty acutely, and I think that, regardless of whether she made the “right” decision or not, she does kind of regret it. Continue reading “Non-Buyer’s Remorse”