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Upon moving to the suburbs last year, there was one thing that I was excited to acquire: a Target (actually two Targets) within 5 minutes of our house.
Living in the city, I couldn’t ever appreciate the Facebook stories of moms and friends who frequented the store and complained of how much they spent there. I longed for being able to stroll leisurely through the aisles and stock my red cart with adorable tchotchkes to adorn my home.
So when I moved, I fell for Target — and I fell hard. I’d go there at least a few times a week to pick up toiletries, new sheets, a coffeemaker, baby food — not thinking twice and just enjoying the wide aisles and carts big enough to hold my infant son’s car seat as he slept in it.
The trap is set
Sure, I could probably get some stuff cheaper from Walmart or the grocery store, but there was…
