New-Comer

It's no secret that I've been feeling the urge to move.  I'll keep my family, but a different house and a different town....I could go for that.  I like exploring new places.  I like the feeling of being a new-comer...in most places.  The one place that I prefer NOT to be a new-comer is the grocery.  You spend a lot of time when you are new to a grocery finding out where stuff is...like the Velveeta  (it's not with the cheese...but again why would it be? and I admit I'm always a little embarrassed to ask) ...or Shake-n-Bake (you would think that bread crumbs or the like would be in the bread isle, right...but they never are?!)  So I must say that I enjoy knowing my way around our commissary, but they are redoing it.  CRISIS!!!!!  They've just opened part of the new section (they added on) and now all the cold and frozen stuff is in the new part  which is the opposite end from where it used to be.  It's all backwards and in new places, behind doors and in the wrong order.  When I walked in this morning, a nice young woman handed me a flyer about the changes, I almost felt like crying.

It's ridiculous isn't it?  Me...I mean.  Why would I possible get so upset about a rearranged grocery?  For goodness sake, I am writing about it even.  It's the feeling of loosing a skill, almost.  I've been going to this commissary for almost 3 years, and that may be the longest I've ever used one grocery exclusively.  I was like the commissary expert, I didn't need to ask for help.  Now I have to start the learning process all over again....  Eventually EVERYTHING will be in a new place....

"excuse me...can you tell me where I can find bread crumbs?" ... "Oh, with the canned vegetables...that makes perfect sense, thank you."