Impulse shopping at the grocery store, feeling drained from the aerobics class and forlorn, abandoned by the spatial patterns that I as a geographer have come to rely on. Today. my maps haven’t shown me anything. Instead, filling my arms with foods without plan – I just want them.
The navel oranges have come. A sure sign of Christmas approaching. I remember in high school, Jim questioning Sandra’s claim that such a thing as a navel orange exists. They do exists. I bought eight.
And the persimmons. My stepmom Anna introduced them to me, and the winter I lived in Uppsala must have been an extremely good year for persimmons, because they seemed to be on sale whatever grocery store I went to. I ate several a day, sitting on my big couch in my airy, borrowed apartment. Today, I bought nine.
Small things to hold on to, when the big ones aren’t making sense.
Katja Malmborg 