Oh, how I miss you. It's been four long months since we last convened. I know I'm the one who chose to move, and I knew I'd miss you, but I just didn't realize how MUCH I'd miss you.
What I wouldn't give right now for a nice cold glass of Dixie Peach. No one's Naan compares to yours, and I have yet to find hummus that tastes REMOTELY as good as the kind I'd receive from you. How will I make my Thai stir-fry, or where will I ever find yummy raspberry sparkling lemonade? I've tried other places, but they're not the same. They are simply (not-so) cheap substitutes.
I've put off these sad feelings for weeks, telling myself there are other places I can go...but today I was struck with a horrifying thought: the holidays without Candy Cane Joe-Joe's. Some would argue I am better off without you, being that I always eat the whole box in a day or two, singlehandedly.
But the heart wants what the heart wants.
Sweet, sweet, dear Trader Joe, PLEASE consider a move to Colorado. It doesn't even have to be to Denver...I can drive to Pueblo if I have to. But come. Soon.