My best friend Kristin and I love to shop at Target. Our relationship as we know it today was born in Target. Well, it was actually born in Walmart, but then they built a Target in the next city over, so we started going there. Because Target > Walmart. But I digress.
We have a funny relationship, Kristin and I. We don’t do phone calls. Instead, we shop, usually at Target. We buy shampoo, movies, clothes and toilet paper. It doesn’t matter what we buy, it’s the fact that we’re together. That’s where all our conversations, deep and shallow, happen.
We’ve always imagined living on the same street, raising our kids together, but life hasn’t worked out that way, so far. I moved 3,000 miles away, have no kids, and she isn’t married. Still, we’re connected in ways we never realized. We’re best friend soul mates.
Geoff and I had pictures taken together this weekend. I obsessed over my outfit until I made sure we both matched and looked good. I bought this shirt on clearance at Target, just before we went to Hawaii. At the last minute I remembered this shirt, and decided we’d look good matching. (Side note: the barista at Starbucks commented that we matched! I just laughed and said we were getting pictures taken)
Anyway, when we got the proof, I posted it to Facebook. In a random email thread Kristin and I were having, she mentioned that she has the same shirt.
Three thousand miles away, we’re still shopping together at Target.