Among the American ex-pats that I've encountered here in London, there are strange longings that we share of our homeland... Mexican food, ziplock bags, walking on the right side of the sidewalk/stairwell, and baseball to name a few. While* chatting on an ex-pat bride's FB group, I found out that I wasn't the only Yank who missed Target. There's just something about walking through those mile long aisles and buying anything from rotating designer labels to gluten free food products.
Sure we have ASDA here, and shopping there is quite an experience. My husband and I discovered that our local store has something of a party night feel on Fridays (complete with R&B music that's loud enough to give me 90s flashbacks).
If you are lucky enough to have a good Target close to you, appreciate that slice of Americana. There isn't quite anything like it.
*While.... (I refuse to start saying whilst... and rubbish... and holiday), sorry (I have totally given in to the British tendency to say 'sorry' quite often)... and you might as well know that I frequently get off track during conversation. I call it 'bunny trailing' and I actually enjoy it.
