I didn't really think that post-service readjustment culture shock was a thing. Then, this evening, we went to the grocery store. I didn't really think a whole lot about it. I wandered around, and the produce section really drew me in. I stood there, marveling at the 3 different types of kale and the 7 different dried mushroom varieties available, delighting when the faux-thunder rumbled and the vegetable mister turned on. I took a few photos. Then we left. When we got back to the house, my aunt asked my dad if I had been like a kid in a candy shop. No, he answered, she seemed a little bit lost- a little bit overwhelmed. It wasn't until I heard him say it that I realized it was true. Here's a little image I made to remember that trip:
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