I only go to the mall like once every couple of months, but when I do, it feels like the greatest thing ever. It’s kind of a big deal, because I’m not there all the time, so I go in with this excitement like I’ve just been granted access to an entire new world. The first thing I notice when I walk in is the smell. It’s always the same—like a mix of popcorn, new shoes, and that weird perfume that’s way too strong in the air. It’s weirdly comforting, though. You know you’re at the mall when you get hit with that combo.
Then, I’ll usually head straight for the food court. I don’t even care if I’m not hungry; it’s just the vibe. There’s always a bunch of people hanging out, eating food that probably isn’t good for you but tastes amazing. I feel like everyone’s secretly judging your snack choices, but I can’t help myself—I always end up getting something unhealthy like fries or some random smoothie I don’t need. It’s like an unwritten rule at the mall.
I don’t usually buy a ton of stuff. It’s more about just walking around and looking at things I can’t afford, like the cool shoes or the latest clothes that make me feel like I’m missing out on life. The mall feels so big when I only visit every couple of months, so I always end up feeling like I’ve missed a ton, but it’s nice to come back and just soak it all in for a few hours before heading home. It’s kind of like a mini adventure.
