My Favorite Place in the World

I absolutely love the grocery store. I always have. When I was little, my dream was to be a "checker at Carrs" (the local grocery store in Anchorage, Alaska where I grew up). I had a toy cash register and I had to ring up all the groceries before my mom could put them away. I would announce into the blue plastic microphone, "carry-out on aisle 4."

In high school my dream came true...I was a cashier at Giant Eagle. I was a master of the produce codes, a wiz at the cart return, and an expert at the double bag.

Although my cashier days are far behind me, I still have a shopping cart shaped place in my heart for the grocery store. Every Monday night Kyle and I venture to our favorite store. It took a while for us to commit, but after 6 months, we have found the perfect grocery for us. Armed with our reusable bags, calculator, and shopping list, we enter my favorite place in the world.

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Ok, I'm being a bit dramatic. Although it might not be my favorite place, I really do love making a trip to the grocery store. My favorite department? Produce. Monday night I was the crazy girl with the camera, snapping pictures of the bright reds, greens, oranges, and and yellows..

Sometimes when life as a hall coordinator gets rough, I long for the simpler days of scanning cans and boxes and asking "paper or plastic?"