Personal Narrative: Rush of Adrenaline

Anticipation had been building over the last hour I spent restlessly sitting in my friend’s car. We had spent days planning this trip, mapping out our destinations, and allotting specific time periods for each location. Now it was just before midnight and my imagination was running through all of the possibilities we had discussed.  We knew there would be limited parking, long lines, and bitterly cold temperatures but we were willing to endure it.  The real question was whether or not it would be worth it.  Deciding to be a bit overly optimistic, I was absolutely certain that it would be.

As we arrived, the scene was just as we had suspected.  There were lines of people bundled from head to toe in hats, scarves, mittens, and boots.  Each person eagerly awaiting the same adventure we had come for.  After an agonizing few laps around the parking lot, which could easily fit a few thousand cars, we finally happened upon a spot.

As I walked through the double glass doors my eyes dart around the large room.  The bright lights, sea of people, and racks of clothing as far as the eye could see give me an immediate rush of adrenaline.  This was it, I would have about three hours until the best sales were over and I needed to utilize my time wisely.  I clutched the list in my hand, making an empty promise to myself to stick solely to the items written on the pink piece of paper.  The rest was a blur of excitement.

I realized a long time ago that retail therapy was usually just what I needed.  There are only a handful of things I love seeing more than a bright red sign that reads: 50% off.  My mom has expressed concern…she may or may not have thrown around the word addiction.  I might have said there were worse things to be addicted to.  It’s okay though, I’m pretty sure I have a good handle on it.  I’m almost positive I can stop whenever I want to.