Dear Target,

I miss you.

I miss your narrow aisles and dollar spot. I miss that cute little Starbucks sitting over there in the corner, inconspicuous, yet inviting. I miss your red and white bullseye thingy that always makes me feel like I should buy a dartboard when I’m visiting you.

I miss your wide doors that always spread open for me every time I walk near them. I miss your swimsuit area where I stand, leaning on my shopping cart, wishing I could wear the bikini with the white polka dots. I miss your bra section, even though I’ve never in my life bought a bra from you. Now that I realize how hard it is living life without you, I think I’m going to buy one of those bras when all this madness is over.

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Oh Target, I miss your soft pretzels and the smell of Pizza Hut pan pizza and breadsticks wafting through the air. I miss those slushies and Diet Cokes, and even those gross-looking turkey sandwiches that have been in that refrigerator for who knows how long.

Target, Target, oh Target— do you miss me, too? I know you do.

I know you miss me coming in for only some deodorant and leaving with 17 pieces of poster board, a pair of leggings, four bottles of shampoo (it was on sale!), a fake houseplant, three bottles of wine, car wax (I might need it one day, right?), four new laundry baskets, and 15 air fresheners (also on sale!).

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Thanks for always being there for me, Target. Just know I will once again be back among the picture frames, storage containers, and pencil sharpeners very soon. Well, at least I hope I am.

Wait for me, Target.

Once again, some day, some way, we will be reunited.

Tammi Landry-Gilder

Tammi is an author, wife, mother and blogger who lives in West Bloomfield, Michigan, with her husband, two sons, three dogs, and too many fish in a tank to count.