Up until January this year (2025), I was a mall rat and a shop habitue. I had been a willing victim of the word “SALE.” I’d be so proud and happy for having bought items at a huge discount, symptoms of an impulse shopper.
Tony would indulge me. With a book, he’d wait for this wandering maller in a coffee shop or his favorite restaurant, where we would meet for lunch or snacks.
One call from a friend, asking if I wanted to visit a new shop, was enough to get me scurrying to our meeting place.
After we bade Tony goodbye, the mall said goodbye to me, too. I have turned down every invite from friends for lunch or coffee. What has happened to my insatiable desire for malling?
“It’ll all come back; give it six months,” one of my BFFs comforted me.
It’s been ten months, and I still have zero interest in visiting the mall.
But I had to.
Our house has been undergoing major repairs. The dust, construction debris like paint, wood, and concrete have caused terrible colds and cough that made me run to my doctor. While writing down his prescription, he warned me, “Stay away from irritants in the air like dust.”
So I went to the mall to kill six hours. In days of old, that would be utopia. But this time, it was torture. I spent one hour just walking around, passing from store to store, another hour in a coffee shop, and another hour in a resto. My crossword puzzles helped solve the boredom.
How I spent the rest of the hours was a blur.
Aimless malling it was. On the bright side, I saved money from unplanned purchases and was chastised by these vases . . .
“Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal, but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also." (Matthew 6: 19-21 ESV)
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