I like going to grocery stores and seeing all that food in neat rows and colorful piles.
I like finding the world somehow different than the way I left it, like coming out of a movie theater and discovering that it’s gotten dark.
I like getting my clothes out of the dresser that’s built into the wall, because on winter mornings they’re chilled when I put them on, like they’ve been stored in a refrigerator.
I’ve been thinking lately about the way that most people seem to view their lives as very ordinary and boring. But ordinary is not the same thing as inconsequential. It’s the telling that’s important; when you put all the ordinariness together, it usually amounts to something that’s kind of beautiful. But then again, maybe I’m just being silly and reading too much Jhumpa Lahiri.
