Sunday, March 31, 2013

Shop. Travel. Love.


                                   I have a new love in my life. It isn't blonde or brunette. It isn't straight or frizzy haired. Nor is it fat bottomed. But it is slim and sexy just like I like em. It's my most recent splurge. And it's a shirt.
I recently returned from Granada, Spain and who would've known they had such great shopping. Though my favorite store was in the shopping central I knew it'd be the same experience I could have back in America so I skipped out on the H&M stop. But another favorite brand was also in the same area and I knew this would be different. I passed it every day as it hid off the main road which I took on my route to school. It was the Lacoste store and I just knew I had to go there before my trip was over.

Then that day had finally come.

I went in knowing I was going to purchase but I didn't know what. Having two female friends with me it made it harder to ignore that urge to spend. I looked around and boy was I like "Ain't nobody got Euro fo dat" but then I saw the sales rack and there it was, in sizes just for me. I ignored the price tag because it was 40% off and that percent off of any price is good, right? I took the two shirts from the rack and tried on both. One fit just right and the other a size up and a better look so I went with that one. I felt anxious to swipe my debit card so I bought it. I was nervous and a little guilty. I text my mom right after sharing with her I felt wrong spending so much on a shirt and she went on to reply: "You only live once and you're in Spain."

Now that I'm home and I am bored out of my mind and need something to love, I just see my shirt hanging in my closet. It reminds me it has so much more of a purpose than it seems. It makes me think of how time has flown and how cryptic it all seems. It mends the heart that experienced traveling out of the country for the first time. The heart that misses being free in Spain and making memories. Making new connections and strengthening others. Every break seems so bittersweet. Things have changed now that I'm back in America. Break is over. Though change has come, all I have to do is think about my shirt and remember boy is that one sexy piece of... fabric. And I start to feel a little better.