The day we finally bought our space and became masters of our own destiny, it occurred to me: we have 68 different kinds of lip balm.
The day before, when everything was still up in the air, it occurred to me: this place feels like home. On that day, a customer came up to me and told me that the store was an “anchor” in her life, a safe place, a constant. She could always count on us to be there. And by that, I gather, she didn’t just mean be in a place, but to be there, for her, in ways that were unnamed-able.
I told her I felt the same way.
