We drove past an empty shop lot the other day and Chika’s mum said it used to be a convenience store.
It was surprising because I’d never associate the word combini to being ’empty’ or ‘deserted’.
They are colourful and exciting, with different drinks and snacks and ice creams.
A happy place.
That pinged me back to reality, that they are in fact, businesses.
And businesses come and go.
When I think more about it, convenience stores are basically fuel stops for people.
We stop not because we want to; because we have to.
The fact that they are everywhere means everyone is tired and have no time to wind down.
Maybe they are not such ‘happy places’ after all.
